Onur Köybaşı 𖦼 Şeker Oğlan
Category : no 7
ŞEKER OĞLAN*
With your community focused eyes and the mercy you hoped for by staring at the sky, folding, coping, hanging there to yourselves should you be cowardly to whomever. I am looking for the courage of a lover to kiss me in front of statesmen while preferring the painful criticisms to a silent trauma. Morals and orders inherited from father to son, kissing the lips of these fat-ass politics with ease. I am ‘NOT TV’. Do not mess with my settings. I am sick of your turning my volume down or turning me on and off whenever the fuck you like. I am not a TV, yet guilty of accepting the invitations to your panic-attack-breakfasts in your emergency world. I am not a project. Your only dilemma is that I dream of Joseph. Looking at me worried that I am as OUT as a banner, with ‘everthing-is-alright’ make-up on your faces. Funny,that I am busy with learning my favorite song by heart, with kissing the feet of my lover, with applying some cream to the implications that you shitted on my image in my darkly lighted room. Funnier,that I am reading My Sweet Orange Tree** and The Soft Machine*** and stomping the-proper-men-march with my feet, throwing my-name-included in rumors with your reputations. What is the use of everything being so similar? Getting ready for the funeral of my ex-lover. Funniest,that I got harrassed by the neighbor whom you all thought seemed so decent. Asking my mom to dance with me. Reading poetry to deal with it. Making fun of all little knick-knacks you call manly. Besides, I know that you don’t know that I am not the stone that you picked from your rice. But the love instead. What about you, by the way? * Candy Boy in Turkish ** A book by José Mauro de Vasconcelos ***A book by William S. Burroughs Re-imagined by Sa Bahattin and the magical Branka J.