Antik dünyanın aşiret ağaları olarak...

  I.                     Ruhumda mutlu gibi görünen                                                                                                                  Teslim olmuş kokuların tatların                                                                                İtişip kakışan basarıșların                                                                                                                                                           Vardığı olur                                                                                                                                                                                     Sarstığı olur                                                                                                                                                                                     Ayrıştırdığı                                                                                                                                                                                       Korku saldığı olur.                                                                                                                                                                         Yüzüne veda sahnesinde                                                                                                                                                           Bir sevgili aydınlığı taktığı olur. II.                  Antik dünyanın aşiret ağaları olarak                                                                                                                                      Muhtemel                                                                                                                                                                                       Bastan savılmış                                                                                                                                                              Kaş çatılmış                                                                                                                                                                                     Ciddi bir alay                                                                                                                                                                                   Bir gülünç meşesi olmușuzdur.                                                                                                                               Muhtemel eksiğiz                                                                                                                                                                         Yıkılmış sabırsız ve yüzeyseliz de                                                                                                                                            Ama vicdanımız durmaksızın savaşmakta                                                                                                                            Bir zamanlar bir günah işlemiştik demekte                                                                                                                        Kirli parmaklarımız                                                                                                                                                                       Süslü püslü ellerimiz, yüzümüz, saçlarımız                                                                                                                          Hayır yok ne bir şair ayaktașlığı  bu                                                                                                                                        Ne de ayva göbekli kadınların marka deliligi... III.                Ögrenciler akşam simidi için kuyrukta                                                                                                                  Sizler de gömülü durun                                                                                                                                              Size layıktır büyülü politik akşam pazarları                                                                                                                          Açısal fikirleriyle başkomutan gibi yürüyen yayalar                                                                                                         Hep bir suikastçı gibi Talimat almış da                                                                                                                             Vuruyor gibi patlatıyor gibi kesiyor gibi                                                                                                                İçimdeki tüm razı oluşları ...                                                                                                                                                      Bir tek bu şiir tek parça                                                                                                                                               Bu şiir hep mi akşam saatleri gelir öfkeden kudurmuşca ...