Mugla
(Turkish wedding)
born for the void
dry dolls fall
around me
there are ikons
there are ikons more
horrible than
angels mangled
in the trees
the sperm
scented
gardens with goat’s
cheese
the groom did the gorilla
the bride pined
with money
the upchoke of sea scents
the special chimneys
what passes
for my mind
ballistic reports
as you disappeared
everything is
not too ha ha
melancholy wakings now
attack the nipples
this milk turns to fire
the prophet comes
into a virtuous lady
my hymen
amen