in the summer days you used to wake up from the women you kissed
the faces of those women used to pass through their poems like a bride
each of them used to have a look as if they made love and just died
at their routes, at the evenings you collected departure by force
what’s a big deal here, I could have run through the towns
their autumns are of rains, their moldy delight
all of a sudden they seem to be full of shame
by hanging out by the forbidden wall of the school yard
I used to gather friends, how used to be their faces
I used to fear the rootless expectation of the trees
I used to weep in the nights
you used to be fooled like this by those women you kissed
like a foreign word left in between the lines
did you use to be silent like this right after the travels
as your skin was touched
like your history melting formlessly
then you used to be alarmed
-the creaking responsibilities at the opening of the doors-
what’s a big deal here, I did not use to like the important days
I used to throw the moment/s out of the window and to hang down into darkness
I used to sense your breath streaming down by scratching my face
in the nights I used to rip up one by one
every single of you not fitting the frames
you used to do to yourself whatever you did to the women you kissed
my face would have mixed with your face, I used to run to a crime by saying oh no
you were neither a morning nor a leftover from those times
mind you, I used to do this in that
by collecting your kisses from the floor, I used to smell them deeply
then all aboard, to be off for izmir, bring these breeze into it
forget about one error, not to be sad about
the geopolitical desertedness of my country
its blueness
siren sounds, violations of the martial law
the poem I wrote on the water
my nonsense wait
I used to disperse the nights
English Translation by Mesut Şenol