With the walls lined with photographs of the past My house looks like a restaurant There memories come to dine
Shots taken at family meetings Relatives smiling with greetings My fat uncle liquor drinking My crying mother at my brother’s wedding My father always missing
I squint hard at the photos I discover once more How much my sister looks like Marilyn Monroe I look like Liz Taylor
Let’s launch into love stories Equal to those of movie queens
Now one can see my eyes riverting To the mushy look that love drunks have Happiness sadness are all bursting inside them
My German lover’s eyes glare into mine I have the power to manipulate his emotions We’re running to each other in slow motion But an evil power strikes my Arnold Schwarz With an hideous locomotion He dies of an instant attack Then and there my heart cracks
I want to draw the film backwards Blossomed anew every night My passions give me delight Who cares if Arnold is dead Robert can substitute him instead
With the lush dance music without a break It’s delightful to wrestle with them both Once Arnold once Robert on top Seduced by sneaky tectonic tunes
Each night I let them slip out of images of fumes To enjoy the amorous movies on the walls Like the odd figures of Andy Warhol We poke our heads into the night
Shining with sweat With that thread When the night gets old All three of us get cold With exhaustion No decent movie ever showed...
Shy and scared Why are you Aren’t you a dandy Drinker of brandy
I’m aloof under my roof Things with me aren’t smooth I have only vague expectations My bearing is the proof
You’re cunningly smart You’re aiming with a dart At your double in Cupid’s heart
It’s a she Looking like a B Let Bygones Be Bygones That’s you in me
Me in you It’s a nu Number one foe Better than a friend In the world of ceo
In the patrician way you go Let me eat your mango As erudite as you are Teach me how to beat a kangaroo
In an ivory tower I grew Let’s have together the brew Don’t ask me of things beyond my can Then you’ll write twice Taming of the shrewd
You in me is a blue eyed teacher Me in you can be a dark eyed traitor How candid you teach me to be I’ll always be Voltaire’s Candide In the search of eternal irony
Me in you is a discreet pony You in me is a wordy hubby Let’s have an ambiguous hobby Like exchanging you and me With money...
His piercing glance on the secrets of my heart I fixed on him my fascinating eyes We both blushed as challenging reminds I said I jilted you too with triumph You too! He repeated with a feverish rage In my notebook I’ll tear your page He thought only he had the right to betray He demanded my head on a tray Instead I killed him with a dagger So much the better Better than suffering for love Forever with hate fire dancing in our faces And making other loving hearts Go bumpity-bump with false graces...
I was the ghost of opera He was the dracula I had my half face covered He had his teeth doubled I had in my eye socket a marble He invited me to his castle There danced white faced witches They wore their make-ups awarded With Grammies I sang my song with my ghost Grannies Dracula turned us all into ravens We flew into Edgar Allan Poe’s Ghost Stories We too wrote one on dracula’s Sleeping corpse I, the ghost of opera composed A Halloween Song
We drank wine in Cindirella’s glass shoe Dracula drank my blood in the next zoo I had his canines on my neck He had my marble eye in the snake
Luckily he was bitten So I was ridden to another Halloween Party...
Love-trifles in my ear I passed a window screen in a dream There stood two mannequins And I stood dormant with wonder Those were me and my lover In vogue suits of Versace In cuore amore We were still simple people in that guise Happiest to live love’s poetical phase The most comfortable in blue jeans And looking our best Our love was in exhibition But our delight was not too bright
Then I woke into reality I walked with my newly found morality That love needed sometimes new strategy
So I kissed my lover on the street Under the scrutinizing eyes of passers by Openly teased My lover’s hands on my hips...
...and then
Wizards touch the body Fairies kiss the mouth Witches dance with fury Elves run with glory
Then love portals discuss Which letter fits best Between s and x ardently
Eğitim ve öğretime çok değer veren bir aileden geliyorum. Sanırım bu nedenle okul yaşamından bir türlü kopamadım. Önce mühendis oldum, bir süre çalıştım, sonra edebiyat okumaya karar verdim, diplomalı edebiyatçı oldum. İşin ustası olayım dedim, ustalık diploması aldım. Baktım pek karın doyurmuyor bari bir de öğretmenlik sertifikası alayım dedim, aldım. Çocuklarla uğraşmanın ne denli zor birşey olduğunu anladım. Bari kendimle uğraşayım dedim, yazarlıkta karar kıldım ama ileride hangi meraklarımın peşine düşeceğimi henüz bilmiyorum, belki paranın peşinde koşarım artık, zamanı geldi...
