Magician

Disappeared condom
Can't slide off my throat the baby food
Hooked on weight by its hang
Slow passing on narrow roads
Grinder rubbing the questions in larynx wall

Why. What for. Says a creep
Ensnared in her rib net
A fist-shaped cannon ball
Tights itself, holding ice cream on the tongue
Says -Don't come, to the inferno below

Don't come because when to be loving
The pupil keeps scanning
Riddled every dot I look
Each pot is inkwell to my wand
Making fire by tongue-less fingers of the magician




(translated from turkish)