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Dancing With An Illusion?
Isn’t it better than reality’s disillusion?
Can you be 20 cm. shorter?
Can I be 20 cm. taller?
Our height doesn’t match in corporeality
Dimensions are coated creamy
In an illusion world so dreamy
Yes illusions are uncanny
But good for the tantric Cunny
If one’s stricken with timidity
In the cyborgian illusion everything’s free
I can only be me in the space of fantasy
Let be an illusionist my addressee
Let my heart be full of sympathy
Let my love come phantomly on me
I’ll dance with that verity illusionary
Totally beside myself with glee
Don’t ever make my illusion fleshy
I’ll be damn ashamed of my nudity
What do you make with a humbly innocent angel
Wouldn’t ours better be a dream weaving activity?
Ayten Suvak
The World Over Jooble
Jooble jooble everyone’s at work
Nobody’s without work in the World
We have security jooble jooble
Our address is hopping in the google
Career aimed persons may jooble
Yellow pages may have double jooble jooble
On weekends everybody can triple jooble jooble jooble
Part-time jobs have innumerable jooble
Everybody jooble for the employee of the month
Productive researchers may add to the fund
With jooble nobody’s short of life’s account
Jooble is also for the house cleaning round
Students can jooble forever
Jooble can answer all questions ever
No head is drooped when all is joobly clever...
Ayten Suvak
Hail For Disunity
Man and woman
Two grandest creations
Use disunity for animation
Smart politicians celebrate diversity
Every good comes from the lack of unity
The disunity of the self is the main mental activity
The bicameral mind is the invention of psychology
Striking insights are from that split-brainy
Disconnection is consensus’ gravy
Romantic love is said to be
A by-product of language dreamy
While sexual attraction is a verbal disunity
So
All human wisdom is summed up in two words:
Unite and Disunite
Presumably
Although sameness fights against diversity
Strives toward unity
Truth itself is an example of disunity...
Ayten Suvak
For quite a while a stentorian voice was on the air rebounding a weird song. It was reverberating from the debths of an unfathomable darkness. Come-be-with-me was penetrating into the ears of the addressee, but she was unwilling to listen...
The voice went on echoeing in convulsions, feel-me-feel-me-all-over. Nonchalant to the voice’s vigorous friggings, she was walking with the wind in her hair. Little she knew of a male voice so supplicating. Come-be-with-me-come-my-love. The discharge of the agony in the tone was the moonlight serenade accompanied by the caprices of the wind. Babe-come-back, the voice recoiled in adagio grazioso. Stop, you selfish brute! The woman bemoaned with all the sternness of expression.
Sel-fish in the dish
Always the same menu
It makes me sick
She confided her trouble to the sea. A gradually growing hysteria was suffocating her being. The now over-powering, inquisitive voice of male dominance was demanding surrender. A salty wind was licking her lips. She was suffering from an unquenchable thirst. She wetted her parched lips; the dainty cracks were giving her pain. The stiffening effect of the sea was on her flesh. A chilly gale from the Mount of Venus frothed the sea. The woman was deluged with a sudden gust of wind. It went inside her through the rosy opening of her bosom. Her dignity of carriage cracked. A harsh blow split her jacket, succoured the woman in distress.
The wind was whistling a hard rock rhythm, was pinching her skin, wandering over her moss-like curls. The voice was inviting her to a mesmerizing mock dance. It was trying to capture her whole existence. I-want-all-of-you-body-and-soul...
She had always been happy with her disintegrity, with her solo dancing adjusted to her own whims, quick or slow steps according to her seismic desires. Her unruly movements always denied the dictates of the established authority. She took it as an assault to her freedom. In the skyscrapers erected on the Earth, she had always sensed the same nauseating phallic representation of power against the womb. As unprotected as she was, the female was the elusively idealised object. The male voice now husky with gamahuche, was raping her womanhood. She was a prey of rules, a puppet dancer reigned by the male...
No-woman-without-a man-no-man-without-a woman...The splitting voice was singing incessantly; the covetous wind was cooing, bobbing, doodling her relentlessly. Her soul robbed by the vastness of nothingness, she walked away with her frustrated gait on the desert. A cock was crowing somewhere, nowhere. She couldn’t hear...
Ayten Suvak
I was flipping through a novel
Many times I attempted to read
All of a sudden
I noticed a little bird on the window sill
It was addressing me by name
Cheeky Cheeky Cheek
I was taken aback
That bird was a freak
Suddenly in my head there was a click
I was a lady bird
He was my huge butterfly
Flitting among the trunks of trees
We could over the hills fly
My passion would appear and disappear
With a flap of my wings
I could throw him over the windmills
Then I woke up over my book
With a late afternoon breeze
My cat’s rakish looking eyes
On a sparrow with loud cries
I hardly heard my cat’s miao
But strongly heard the chippy
Chippy chirpies of the dying sparrow
As if it were me enclosed in the cat’s paws
Among the books in silent raws
In many of them I drew
Butterflies with the shortest span
Life ever knew...
Ayten Suvak
My Name is Pretender
Tender is my heart
Soft is my skin
I dance around the moon
God almighty tends my groan
Sometimes I become a witch
With a broom
I sweep the floor
I can’t stand the snore
I pretend to be a lover
What I do is to cover
My nudity with your hands
I never disclose any secrets
I write my love letters on the sand
I’m that great pretender
In Freddie Mercury songs
You too pretend to love me if you can
So that we can play in the band
Please stop the time gong with a bang
Because I’m so and so years of age
Just turn over another page
I’ll stand naked in front of you
Pretending to be a voluptuous sage
I know cheaters like me arouse rage
But you can’t keep a wild bird in a cage...
Ayten Suvak
