Wednesday, July 18, 2012


Had the chance
It was flashing in your eye
like a shiny coin
on the wet floor
in Kizilay

The hotel man
you never knew his name
his derelict past was your future plan

Until the turks took you down
a fisher pulled you up

so you went flapping down the pavement

and your spirit was finally sucked out

you had touched the MarMara Sea
And felt the cold of what could have been
by then too late though
the river had run
and you have been tied
around the great

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