(from "What The Azure Smoke Tells Me") Sunlight Which Was So Bright That Could Draw In Bloods From Vampires'

(from "Rotten") A hole in the huge wooden table A rotten tooth what went into the hole But because there was so much darkness, people kept putting their hands in it. It looked funny so that the boy sat still and laughed, then they angrily beat thim and dragged him by the hand.

(from "the most stale and old value")

what people are passionate about

is the most stale and old value

now the absolute truth left for them

is only what they hate the most

a swarm of infested maggots

over the rotting bodies

over their unpleasantly cold bodies

because

their deaths would be most immoral

(from "normal people")

who don't know how to close eyes

and to play dumb in front of injustice,

who don't talk about greed, but justice,

who disclose the unreasonable matters

that have no bearing on their own comfort,

who are not useful to themselves, above all,

who recoginize the slightest hint of their stupidity,

they never forgive those at all.

(from "fragments of ennui")

grains of white dust, stickily settled on the void

floundering flies, trapped in the air

red bones and damp wet soil

the black nail, cursing its own death

yellow lumps of fat, morbidly

poured into the drain

the caprice of flies and the malice of spiders

the only things that smile at us

in the void on the blade

the power of anxiety, a deadly greed that melts

the brain, among them, what blue anxiety

likes the most, air and resistance

admiration and contempt, something like love and hate,

something like the foolish youthful heart

toward a beast living only on instinct

ideas and trivial jokes

reality, illusions, delusions, ideals

compassion, denial, turning away, darkness

regret, death, loss, past, faith, distrust, doubt

an empty black mouth like the whitened

cloudy eyes of a turtle

Fire, sea, fall.

the sea, always the abject of fear

not even a handful of void

did the sea allow

(from "The Loss") I still can't believe there is an end. What I want to believe is an eternity.

(from "A Writer and a Lighter") I wanted to set fire to his eyebrows.

But he doesn't have any.

I didn't want any other hairs on his body.

So I threw away my lighter.

Instead, decided to be a writer.

I wanted to set fire to his mind at least.

(from "One Afternoon") lying on the bed where pieces of my lips are scattered, thinking of the short stories of Sait Faik, savoring songs of an inexplicable-named band, wondering if her desperate look in the movie was real,

(from "a candlelight") there's a candlelight in my heart that always precariously flickers with their own eyes with their own blue lines it's a meaningless world for truth say their own eyes, say their own blue lines, but my candlelight would never flicker like this ravingly if they're right

(from "the red rooms")

in front of my house,

there is a street lined with red rooms

out there are the prurient

with lewd hearts

devils are ceaselessly thrashing within them,

mistaking sordid selfishness for wisdom.

(from "Longing and Time") When you’re drenched in longing time flows like an eternity