two
germs: declared relevant, confirmed by unknowing.
kid leans right at the cat. describes what
matters. aging gas, suitably
positioned in the lungs. who will man-
age the apartment?
hash, strikes all capillaries. the metal
farting pleases the landscape. action, aims
at this; as a precaution, ‘night’ begins.
four
destroy it, the gray horse will find the logbook
without looking for it. its eyes won’t keep the promise.
the seagull, understanding the sound and fearing it,
alone, dips its beak in the dirt. worn,
a missing chlorinated academic’s regret. haters
will turn the lad into ice cream:
the cone, haunted. as a precaution, ‘night’ begins.
two hundred and twenty-six
to get it first go to the color! mind the parameters
you’ve been given. look for your own formulas there, in that little space!
for instance: enis batur’s fixation on his fantasies.
softy souring.
four hundred and sixteen
in my room, a scops owl, i’m working to defend
my monstrous passions, my genesis. this vaude-
ville, for god’s sake, is a strange thing… in these private moments,
i feel like a perfect faggot.
my room can’t hold my shame!
what have we done to these bitches?
why did they leave us alone?!
if we didn’t like the rules and laws they wrote,
left the city to listen to jazz, are we still guilty?
i kept looking for a place to lay my head. i’m not a pervert, o just-
ice hakim bey.
Originally published in cangüncem by Yapı Kredi Press in 1996 and reissued by Can Yayınları in 2022. Translation © 2025 by Ayaz Muratoglu and Efe Murad. All rights reserved.