Objector Pedlar



Objector Pedlar

Everybody's hell is burning to themselves
nobody's flame is mixing to the other one's
Everybody bustles around 
but nobody can catch himself
I couldn't cling to the elapsing 
crowded dreams in front of me

The hopes which I have stuffed in
this little tray of Loneliness
brush past to Life
Heavy tonnage glooms are overflowing
from my pockets
I am an forgetten umbrella on the pavements
waiting for his overshot childhood

The fingerprints of the daytime fusses remain
on the logbook of the street
I hump the Moon when the darkness falls
to be able to wait the old love ghosts

Serkan Engin

Photograph Model: Turkish philosopher Rauf Zulfu Mandal