All dank beneath the sea
I grasp sensuous tomb stones in the fog
Tighten up your wig! The sin is over
Dark and heavy among the trees
We speak to wanting claws within the virgin
Intense! The sin will come again
Sinful and dream-like within the water
I seduce numb visions below the vapors
Bizarre! The end will come
luminous hopeful
lost in broad daylight
a ticking clock
In whose arms
the lover
chase his dream
where he knew no-one
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
Incoherent Poetry
ŞiirPoetry that serves to clash tonally and ideally with the objective that a new tone, genre, or coherency (some semblance of sense at all) can be made from throwing different ideas together in a bizarre gathering of words.
