AS-Thoughts...

An attack on the back Alack hey amberjack Show me how to be An anti kickback Ayten Suvak

AS-Love Songs

Love songs are Written in the Stars Muses are of stardust I blow a handful in the winds They come back to me And shine on my face Ayten Suvak

AS-Frolicksome

Although he frolicked With every secretary That brazen little hussy Always made him get lost In the Satin Stream Of her body Ayten Suvak

AS-Something Called 'Jouissance'

Late morning A bug slipped into The petals of a rose Sucking at her mouth A prisoner of juice Full of hunger For delight He enjoyed 'jouissance' Sucking is living is Sensuality is lovely Polishing his life With dewdrops of morn All the energy dripping out On the body clandestine He buzzed and buzzed Life is love is life is 'Jouissance' is jollity in extreme... Ayten Suvak

AS-Enigmatic Astrologue

Sometimes I hate all, but most of all LEO. Oh papa, they're so conceited. What I hate most is a PISCES crying over the good old days. That humble, brainy AQUARIUS gets on my nerves. He's apt to be mobbed. I dislike the sneaky, self-centered SCORPIO, the stubborn ARIES, the all knowing miser CAPRICORN equally. I'm always in the mood of committing seven deadly sins even with a homely hubby born under CANCER. LIBRA makes me suffer inferiority. I run away every time a SAGITTARIUS starts his unending philosphical speeches. TAURUS makes me sick with his nauseating love of beauty. I can't bear VIRGO's sense of humor as I roar my wrath over that chatterbox of a GEMINI. I might say I terribly need a doctor, but I just say hate is all I need. Having written down all these, she fixed eyes as if trying to remember something. Got it! She had softening of the brain and she was already dead with too much love. Ayten Suvak

AS-I don't know where you are...

...and I don't care a bit where you're ex-darling.

AS-You Go At Once To The Point

With 'Devils' on his lap He suddenly breaks into bitter weaping His tears positively screaming at the writer's wit Which put him into some romantic fits Having a 19th century soul, he suffers from The very author's goal that goes at once to the point/ But he can't endure that Russian sympathy Since he detected unfortunately His Turkish girlfriend's disloyalty... Ayten Suvak