"selman" poems
The poetry will not die!
But it will change its form.
İt will be endless at first
Then it will be soundless,
To be invisible will be its sign.
And
İt will not be so easy to have emotions.
To feel will be something like Not to be.
Not to be
İn the endless poetry.
Selman Akıl
May 14, 2017
May 14, 2017 at 5:20 PM UTC
Once upon a time
When the time wasn't a line
I met a who/man named Godot
In a bar, all alone, calm but fine
It was raining outside
And we both were drunk
S/he had a star in h/is/er left eye
And in the other one the sun
S/he had a face from golden sand
Not only one but thousands ones
S/he was drinking from an iron cup
In front of bar's haunted mirror
His gun was shining on the table
S/he was drinking
And it was raining outside
I asked h/er/im to light my cigarette
Complately indifferent
And with strange reflex I asked:
"Whom s/he will **** tonight?"
We met right there that night
It was raining outside
And we were both drunk
With an unnecessary smile "you"
S/he said, unnecessary though
I sat down beside
It was raining outside
We started to drink till late night
It was raining outside
Then without any hesitation
l killed h/er/im at end of that night.
Without knowing
If in the universe
If is there anyone
Who wait for h/im/er to come.
Selman Akıl
25.07.2017
Nov 11, 2017
Nov 11, 2017 at 5:02 PM UTC