Treasure Island

Muzaffer Akin


Fragman


Eylül sarısı yorgunluk benimki/si
Yaz'dan nükseden
Film şeritleri kopuk kopuk
Dilimde ismin dudağım uçuk
Sızlıyor dokundukça
Göz ucuyla



Taahhütlü protestolar
Postalanmış zarflar
Fragmanlar mühürlü dudaklarınla
Çengelköy çıkışlı ağrılarım nöbette
Bu akşam



Kaotik bir denklem
Bile bile tutuyorum diğer tarafını kemiğin
Her an ‘'Aklımda! '' diyecekmişim gibi
Cebimde ki titremeye
Ki
Müsavi göğüs kafesimde'ki
Şiddetle aynı cihette




Biliyorum
Bildiğimden orkideler
Sipariş ediyorum Temmuz akşamlarına
Beyaz bir sabahı karşılar gibi
Bazen mutedil bazen muhteris




Alev alev her dem bir im
Gökkubbe'nin altında şimdi
Ruhumu yıkar ezan sesleri
Hoş bir rayiha vurur yüzüme
Müjdeler gibi gelişini...







Vaha

Submitted: Thursday, January 10, 2013

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