Treasure Island

Muzaffer Akin


Cumartesi Fetişzmi


dur
birşey unuttun bende
içtikçe gözü doymayan sende
al
götür istersen
ister çöpe at
işe yaramıyor artık bu tende
tek tip
kadınlar yürüyor caddelerinde
gözlerimin
sen boy hepsi
kara kalem dudakta
dokunacaktım nerdeyse dün
boşalmasa sokak bir an da
sevebilir mi
bir adam hiçbir kadını
bir kadın hiçbirini
ölebilir mi
her gün bir dakika
dirilir mi
balık ekmeği ısırsa
döner mi
o kalabalıktan fit
söver mi
tramvaya binse
döver mi
ayağa kalksam nezaketen
vurur mu
dalgası dudakların
lebimi koklar gibi


yorgunum kovalamaktan silüetleri
ey! Serhat AKDENİZ
boşalacak yine sokaklar çıksam
tutulacak kaldırımların dili
gala olsun adı bu son gecenin
tadı cumartesi fetişzmi...



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Submitted: Thursday, May 29, 2014

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