i do throw everything away
on me oblomov’s cardigan
i am just like an ayten with her curtains drawn
in me whores reappearing
lots of gossip in my room
inside a book, one ironed leaf
have you heard that old tenants are new parasites
i am going out from a super market
all my sides whistle one man passing 8 and ½
i am a shriek in the women’s city
defiant postmen carry me
i am a freak with pathological symptoms
who loves the wind travelling in a motorboat
i am the one who suits his own
i do throw everything away
on me oblomov’s cardigan
i turned off radiators
this evening i am wrapping myself
have you heard of it old tenants
i am creating ‘being’ anew
i am going out of a bar
vile spills from my mouth
one man passes the two after two
in this damned city
i am a firefighter with a withered face
mutinous winds carry me
i am a freak
who feeds a fire like a tulip inside me
who waters the area reached by a ladder
i am the one who suits his own
i do throw everything away
on me oblomov’s cardigan
Translated by Mesut Senol