Poems by Yesim Agaoglu

Poems by Yesim Agaoglu
 
 
age of metallic loves
 
ı know you miss me, so
ı’ll send you the second me soon.
ı’ll be all dressed up in iron armour
ı’ll record my voice on cds
the voice proclaiming my love for you
my image on harddiscs
so lovely and posed just as you like it
we’re in the age of metallic loves
wake up already we’re after indestructibleness
we will bend death’s wrist yet
push the keys of your computer
and you’ll get my meaning
ı’ve shut us up tight inside it
our dnas and rnas belong to it now
ask and you’ll get all the answers about us
have you been missing my smell
soon it too will come to you
ıt’ll wing its way to you over the distances
flowers did you say,
ı’ll be sending you bouqets of roses
heavenly smelling roses of iron
dont say you dont want them we are
ın the age of metallic loves after all.
 
 
dressed in time
 
he took off every thing that was on him
stark naked his body
save for the watch on his arm
jet-black wrist watch
so he donned that wrist watch, dressed himself up in time
like putting on a black cloak
the year was the space quarter, the season winter
the day tuesday
life lived on the spur of the moment as always
the watch works ticking on
his body works ticking on, forever alert
time, ever so abstract
now melted, dripping
as in dali’s painting
and where the hands of the watch meet
ıs his most punctual spot now.
 
 
 
wish ı could get on trains
 
where would trains take me
wish ı could get on them
horse racing cars
screaming sirens
you can not look out of the same window twice
nor see again the same trees or houses or anything
 
where would the trains take me
to night-misted platforms
whose clocks never work and where faces are always half-veiled as if arriving from ghost towns
 
where would trains take me
who is the one who sits opposite me
the secret ı’ve been keeping all this time
the love of a single night is worth a whole life
 
where would trains take me
what murder would they make me an accomplice to
whose is the blood soiling my hand
the pomp of danger’s reign is worthwhile to live
 
where would trains take me,
in full gallop and breathless
could it be to the sorrow which has no ending
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