"the doves on this block"

we sink into the swamp
with sovran appetites
from Abu Ghraib our nights
from war the pomp

as if in swinish dreams
we sink into the swamp
more splendidly to romp
the plush extremes

a landscape red like Mars
observes this fevered stomp
we sink into the swamp
as bulbous cars



Erkin Koray thread. (From Turkcerock.)


"At least he isn't another Mongolian!"