there were homemade
potato chips
benches to read on
a sea breeze
my dog asleep
at my feet
that beautiful carousel
and the promise
of a brass ring
a hand outstretched
across what was
a lifetime
and you
and happiness
just out of reach
and me
riding a wooden horse
up and down
around
through eternity
sometimes
a problem pops up
and you have three choices
ignore it
maybe it’ll go away
ask someone else
what to do about it
so you don’t have to
make a decision
on your own
and thus be responsible
or else deal with it
not the easiest option
but ultimately
the one that helps you
grow
and be the adult
you claim to be
three days/nights of drinking
have left me walking
tilted to the side
eyes not quite focused
and I can’t feel
my teeth
perhaps too much wine
you think
’cause clearly
I don’t
there are words
left unspoken
actions
left undone
there is less here
than what at first
met the eye
paper thin relations
like so many
facebook friends
in the mirror
my father’s face
in my arms
his strength
in my mind
his thirst for knowledge
in my heart
his love
his gifts to me
still reverberating
these many years
after he’s gone
standing naked
at 2:30am
in my kitchen
eating cold chicken
olives
an avacado salad
drinking white wine
after reading Pete Hamill
on NYC
no one watching
even the cat asleep
in another room
if that ain’t heaven
at least a tiny corner
of it
I don’t know
what is
sea breeze rustles my hair
friends share a laugh
on a bench
water, cold water
for sale
mussels & rice
on the half shell
skateboards & bikes
two men asleep
on the nearby grass
this stroll
soon a memory
of my life
in Kadiköy
filed away
with things
worth remembering
overshadowing things
to forget
seems to be
the only way
some know
of seeking shelter
one can call
home
those detours
distractions
attractions
on sidestreets
alleyways
causing delays
all adding to
the character of
the one who finally
arrives
he wants attention
so moans
behind my back
hoping
I suppose
I’ll turn around
after 7 years
you’d think he’d know
I’m not so easily
seduced
putting books in boxes
photo albums too
made the mistake
of leafing through one
there
amid family friends
your picture
letting Frodo drink
from a garden hose
and now
an ache
in my chest
for the rest
of the day
of my life
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