Dead Lineby ~kervansarayDead Line There they are, dead Lying Still in a line Each in its perfect position frozen By a slavish fast-food chef. Well done my friend well done You made a difference today An innocent line Alive and well, up and running Soon leaving... Now nocent, Still, not ever moving A dead line, just lying... 27 September 2001 |
| Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Free Verse | ©2001-2012 ~kervansaray |
People freak out when I People freak out when I tell them I love oxeyePeople freak out when I by ~kervansaray
I remember my first oxeye in my hand.
Not good to eat I admit
But I sure enjoy to smell and to look at it.
Albeit not my favorite
Is the oxheart, I love to eat
Enjoyed best fresh or chilled, juicy and sweet
But better wait until oxblood deluge that little treat.
What! You too think I am a freak?!
You freak out because of what like and what I eat?
Come on give me a break,
I can give you a pot of alive and fresh oxtongue, you'll like it.
Will you be my friend, or even be my date?!
Hey, look at me,
Do I care if you can tell a cowslip from an oxlip?
...
Yes, now it's too late.
I bett
I am Glad I am Glad, is she?I am Glad by ~kervansaray
the dampness of your lips slashes
my chest deep and wet,
pleasure of pain in your eyes
-I imagine in the dark
16 Aralik 1999
I like you I like youI like you by ~kervansaray
And I want you to like me too
If you don't like me like I do
Well then, that's ok too.
14 Mart 2000
I was struck that night I was struck that nightI was struck that night by ~kervansaray
The chilly night
You drained the blue sky out
Between your upper lip and lower lip,
The deep milky blue night poured into me.
...
That night the moon was left alone watching us,
In all its pure nakedness.
Then you squeezed the white moon through your breasts,
I was struck when bright moonlight got sucked down deep into me.
...
Your gaze, cold and unruly as the outer space
Drilled through my forehead, and mined far into my mind
I was struck frozen, in that night
That your gaze unrove my inner heat.
20 Haziran 2001
(oksuruk, nezle, grip)
My Teeth Gasped Tonight My Teeth Gasped TonightMy Teeth Gasped Tonight by ~kervansaray
The last piece of your hair fell out of my toothbrush
Unexpectedly
Tightly coiled
Till tonight
Around the head of my toothbrush
Since the last day
Exactly how I left it
Untimely
Tootled off the tips of the bristles
...
But why?
-Too much b_tter in the brush?!
16 Eylul 2001
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Sta.sh
Nice.
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I am against killing ants.
I am against killing.
you made quite an epic out of that event.
long live the ants.
what is dead
all there are headed
in more ways than one