“fear and be wrathful of the wine

because it is badly red”

Attila Ilhan



tonight the wine is badly red

i have wrapped the stars into my tobacco

rainbow in its smoke

i am aged she is fresh

is it because of that? i don’t understand anything from what I am drinking

there are droppings of a thousand fragments of steam, on my table

one of which is…my love

the moss tastes like fish green like Bogaz

i am questioning my past, in the pages of dream

is it because of that?

i don’t understand anything from what I am drinking

my heart is rear, one dark horse

wired phosphorescence in his mane

stars, sea and the moon

on her lips, sorrowful one rosebud

can not keep-up

is it because of that?

tonight the wine is badly red

i don’t understand anything from what I am drinking.


Attila ELUSTUN
21.2.2009