Macadamias, argans, coconuts are what I bathe in, Voice Memoing my thoughts, future poetry.
Bathwater hot like Hades's breath
love or die by the hot
My eyes blue like Neptune yet sweet like a honeycomb
and the thoughts that don't stop coming linger
like a superb plot.

Unkillable but sleeping with a gun.
Intrepid but afraid of rearview mirrors
in deserted parking lots.

I left Alanya and drove opposite of Konakli a week after the fires invaded.
I thought I was going to die.
I went to Lake Salda where it wasn’t raining ash
Sick of the red skies
and the AC that I so loved.
I ran away from smoke clouds and I didn't wanna go back.
But what's evil lingered
and so did hope.

I left Alanya and never went to Konakli
I saw the epicenter of wildfires in my county
but never the flames.
The flames saw me.

The desolation haunted me
Didn't buy a single martini
And the ash in the water bugged me
but what could I have done? do not ask me
On the bright side the sun couldn't burn me

And finally
I flew home leaving flames and havoc behind me
Speaking mildly
I thought I wasn't gonna come back.
One lesson I've learned
is as simple as that:
What's evil lingers
and so does hope.

I can write a few poems
But I don't know what to do

Tonight solo basketball
Columbus possibly a Jew

St. Teresa of Avila
Probably Jewish ancestry too

In the Interor Castle
The Princess waits for you

There's a drought in the neighborhood now that I've stepped into the longest summer of my life.
My days go by slowly
TV shows all through
fly to Alanya in July
not stepping outside.
That's how I'll let the longest summer of my life fall through my palms like dry thyme.

And why it's so hot I don't wonder why.
You were the first who made me love my life and perceive rainbow when lightning strikes.
Long story short - I only need you not to go dry.

It's on my old Hollywood bucket list to watch "Valley Of The Dolls", I've seen it recommended on an Insta page - the one I follow that posts about Sharon Tate.
It's about three women that pursue a career in the entertainment industry but fail and out-of-hand drug abuse progressively prevails.
It reminded me of my life, as odd as it sounds.

Into the Valley of The Dolls
all my ex friends leapt and never have we talked since.
And there I was - sunburnt and worn out after a long weekend off in the South West. I had a blast but
I didn't feel like telling anyone.

Shortly after I strolled down the maritime boulevard and caught the glimpse of air hockey tables standing where they usually are - and there I was - sunburnt and hot
and the people I was with.. I no longer really know.

Therefore I

Won't lower my eyelids in the valley once
I'll stay away from the wildfires
I'll do it for fun.

I'll never smoke again to impress anyone
Not even drink if my burns cry to be numbed.

I'll be in the sun - pondering my next move
Reach for your picture or a poetry book?

July is the month of storms
The bolts that haunted me last night
Lit up the sky like glass shatters
And I was in fright

June, I burned myself like thorns
The heat reigned all over inside
My home and the concept I fathered
Bloomed like a bird of paradise

Or an oxeye daisy, crooked but beautiful inside
Season’s hot like Hades, ain’t weird that I still cling to the fire, fire, fire
After all I’m crazy, and I’m the leader of my own life
My man drives a Mercedes, he powers it with those golden eyes, eyes, eyes
Sweltering air looms over town
And thunder was so nice to me
Thunder was so nice to me

Alanya was burning in the night
As I danced in an on-deck foam bath
I feared I’d end up smoking burned
Instead I swam in a blizzard of ash

They talked the winds would spawn a twister
To harvest all of my joy like a reaper
But lightnings were lighting above my writer
And so I wrote all the danger away

Am an oxeye daisy, crooked but beautiful inside
Season’s hot like Hades, ain’t weird that I still cling to the fire, fire, fire
After all I’m crazy, and I’m the leader of my own life
My man drives a Mercedes, he powers it with those golden eyes, eyes, eyes
And his golden touch
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah

(But you know it)
Thunder of love rolls into my bed like a typhoon and it makes me sad
How they know who you are
But you know it
Nothing as extreme as love could ever wreck me senseless and it makes me glad
To still love you despite that
But you know it and you do nothing with it
Yes you know that I love you in spite of it

July is the month of storms so electrify me