They said
put the papers back
not plausible
this foetus is not conceived yet
I saw some things wrong / and have been denied

some of them discussed it with their emotions
some with love
conditions remained in the account of the above
I wonder what he thought?

only if it was a sign
great wisdom in the design
the moon and I
my flights were as if list of goods


his art
disabled
land on the chart
first it was acre’s

in front houses and trees
they stood against it
bravely

take it and put it, I cannot find
a multiple letter
shouldn’t be read like this
a letter to the heart should have been enough to the heart and minds

they will remain read
If anything not
the world is
mad

the pigeons in Trafalgar Square swing among the mid-air silently
their job in the air is not to show off
oily-petrol scarves wrapped around throats
their landing is Taksim Square

my love, when the black and white cat
Stirs window ledge
outside the glass window
at dawn

you’ll be knocking on the door I will be waiting.



Günsel Djemal 20/11/2010