On the boat to Kadikoy
sea-less seagulls dance to the rhythm of god's song on air
they hover next to us on the boat to Kadikoy
cigarettes poised between twin fingers thin and long,
my smoke falls asleep in a nearby lullaby of thick hair
the sun assaults the golden globe domes with his winter glare
while we sip tea from see-through glasses on the boat to Kadikoy
sea-less seagulls dance to the rhythm of god's song on air
as waves of wind skim skin and it's cruel and bare
as we knock bones in beats on the boat to Kadikoy
cigarettes poised between twin fingers thin and long,
my smoke falls asleep in a nearby lullaby of thick hair
a man, crusted mustached walrus tusked, alone on the painted chair
sleeps across from us on the boat to Kadikoy
sea-less seagulls dance to the rhythm of god's song on air
sea surges wearing white wigs lick the side panel paint wounds with care
while we watch with wet eyes from above on the boat to Kadikoy
cigarettes poised between twin fingers thin and long,
my smoke falls asleep in a nearby lullaby of thick hair
today is blue liquid happy going every place and nowhere
the self melts under crystal salt sprays on the boat to Kadikoy
sea-less seagull's dance to the rhythm of god's song on air
cigarettes poised between twin fingers thin and long,
my smoke falls asleep in a nearby lullaby of thick hair
