Cuneyt Pala Poems

not interested in what you ate
not interested in what you drank
not interested in what you’ve said
at the last supper
...

i sleep rock’n'roll
in the paradigm hotel
and you, you just stare
at my boots and say:
...

ashes to ashes

dust to dust
...

flying heartbeats
scattered on a
winter morning
colorful glances
...

i never imagined anybody could be

so FRAGILE
...