by Ece Apaydin
With a rapid saccharification I turned the past upside down
the cotton candy cotton seed the cottony operation of the rumors
from the white hollows of the nun works with brown magma
the cottony chainses of the friends who are diving to the lake
with their fleet in the reading fest
Rent! rent! rent!
Saccharification means to swim along the leg of the quay in an urban consistency
with one hundred percent cotton label of the bikini towards the clubs with the butterfly bubble
I want a gem to be find on my heaving chest with the egg of my axillas
to the afternoon market by a bicycle with basket in the village square
following also rising the birds that are crotch striped
Enrt! enrt! enrt!
I never complain. clots the words filled with blood of the moaning in the sound
the fusty and alluded days that are cleaning its throat as squeezed like a hairy mouse
this screen that is looking with a mien of a numb wiper is lured now.
the pebble bag that is leaving my soul naked the buffalo documentary film its twenty three pm hours the anger getting on a palm leaf
Ttren! tren! tren!
I’m also being turned towards the sun in my sickbed.
Last updated June 12, 2016