Place to whom?

Place to whom? yearning inside me a door less makeshift on Westminster Bridge stands Big Ben twisting my verifications betrayal of time River Thames defiant I do not have my back hopes are makeshift when an hour reaches each hour inside the St. Stephens tower Big Ben’s giant bell striking the time my wounds are covered in my skin how many minute hand penetrates in my heart I’ve hanged it onto the crescent I The fish non-directional inside the Thames River hey, darling maybe you come while the pulse of life still ticking inner me is narrow, angry living alone, and decaying in aloneness the sky looks on earth / lovesick Come…caress me. Günsel Djemal 26.12.2010