edgar allen poe called out : love !
my raven life shouted : never ! never ! never !
we are exchanging very obscene words with you dear friend of pleasure
epicurus’ true student that is not cared about by the civilization
the out of fashion countesses and knights in our age supplanted our place.
I hide my obscene words; I starch and iron them
for the doomsday, my heart and pocket.
all of a sudden my self-confidence being unable to settle down unravels
my mystic loves of moses, my inspiring feelings for christ,
the most important of all, my glorious lyric captivity.
I can never live without my wings
says my raven life, I can also break the night !
while I was stitching the sexual coldness of peace with needle and thread,
I can rub my dreams with a pair of love.
I have an interest in the pain with an established personality
in the boastful night,
the exploration of a new era from its eyes:
resistance against my committing suicide and cruel ones of life !
resistance against pharaohs and many zeus !
resistance to the nylon prophets !
get an eiffel from everyone if you can
it is up to me to bleed time
it is up to me to be fooled by love…
beauty got jammed between the letters beaten by compassion.
“ah !” grumbles, “alack !” heaves a sigh
the business of “good” is all serene: in the tummy of the philosophers
it reigns for centuries.
Life : full of pages about hitler !
I throw words on and on for the sake of peace
it is not a bomb, and that’s why they don’t explode, they shake hands,
it is poetry right, they kiss, they kiss one another
you’d better to keep my inner world from words !
I live in the 21st century.
I would be losing the game if I step on the 22nd century’s line,
I would be out of the game like a kid.
a chocolate makes me intoxicated all the time,
a multiple grief harbors a non-existent tomorrow.
as radiating the friendship fed by the window of god
seems up to sorrow;
poetry goes to you, and the pretext is for me. you fell down at the heart of my world
siren calls, my bleeding ambulance is always on its way.
my silly and nonsense lover handed down from my childhood,
a memory saving me from the dark period…
Translated by Mesut Şenol