11.05.2013

Overkill

Sight flawed, eyeballs float
In sweat mother tongue sways, crippled
In some language breaking
In search of a shelter a home

Ugh ! The adventure, the inviting late young tongue
The stiff challenge, the harsh, the hard
On with the familiarly foreign
Run I, do I run !

Guilt impending with self-conscious hysteria with fun in cheap pun
After all all play is fun all play is sin and
Overjoyed is no less than overkill.

Bahri Sestosun, May 10, 2013
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