Psychedelic Poetry – The Bastard’s year – Ozan Baygın (Lauren Psychedelic Edit)
II.
Between the illusions and the reality
While reality was closer
With the effect of the first fallen word
I felt asleep and
Then, spiders kept my cave.
I waited for my slap
Accompanied with the prophets who
Do not tell a secret from their voice
With their placenta, without their wise women.
Baby bats that are gnawing my left ear,
Buzzing side of my left ear and
Rising decibel of whispers are a divine psicose.
III.
With effect of bursting alcaloids from hidden organs
the flood that blew out suddenly
it is as fast as the waves
that spread out to the beaches at
1500km/h
Wishing to sit with his brainpower
on the clouds of the tramp’s who is
an evident of the branda’s colour change
in the balcony
the moment in which buildings star to
stand at attention,
the curse booming of the poets
who laugh until when they fall over,
boundless void to which is fallen
by fake smilings that don’t own any passion
and a long trip heads to the parallel universe,
grave that destroys the phenomenon of time
by sweeting in parks and on empty banks
shaking, its jaw is locked,
the butterfly which flapping on the candle,
“bong roulette” in “Tesadüf”
trip fans who pass out in the holiest
level of friendship and listen to bubling sound
at six-thirty in the morning,
the holy generation who defend
his craziness to live freely
and hide his craziness to live freely
the last deer jumping on ice
the last worm appearing from the black hole
the last unshapely melting ice
Huxley’s holy island and the secret
we should breathe the last smoke deeply
or else how do we know this holy truth?
walk guys lets go to the sky’s womb
thats what wise Einstein wants
smiling of stars engrage.
Poet: Eşref Ozan BAYGIN
Translator: Seda Suna UÇAKAN
