Place to whom?
yearning inside me a door less
makeshift
on Westminster Bridge stands Big Ben
twisting my verifications
betrayal of time
River Thames defiant
I do not have my back
hopes are makeshift
when an hour reaches each hour
inside the St. Stephens tower Big Ben’s
giant bell striking the time
my wounds are covered in my skin
how many minute hand penetrates in my heart
I’ve hanged it onto the crescent
I The fish non-directional inside the Thames River
hey, darling maybe you come
while the pulse of life still ticking
inner me is narrow, angry
living alone, and decaying in aloneness
the sky looks on earth / lovesick
Come…caress me.

Günsel Djemal 26.12.2010