Marcus Slease

Mating Rituals

 

(Istanbul, Turkey. April 2009)

 

Baby Boat:

 

I sail but where do I sail? Can you say she is right for you? Can you hear the evening prayer?

 

Blue Mosque:

 

Light and sound. I go through you.

 

A Party of Five:

 

We walk the narrow alleys towards Galata Tower. Iʼll hold your hand. No. Iʼll hold your hand. Letʼs be gentlemen.

 

Restaurant Near the Tower:

 

There is meat and then there is meat.

 

The Skylight Pub:

 

I open into the night. Sticky tables. Three shots and one beer for five Turkish Lira.

 

The Club:

 

Who knows where we are!

 

Turkish Barbie:

 

I donʼt like this place. I donʼt do this. I donʼt do that.

 

Water Bottle:

 

Thump! thump!

 

Taxi:

 

I travel the gates in search of a room.

 

Smiling Byzantium Nun:

 

I had an American. He left for the midwest. Stop taking my picture.

 

Scottish Soul Dancer:

 

I swing and twist. Donʼt look at my shoes.

 

Bosphorus Cafe:

 

I always knew the potatoes were great! Letʼs hit the bohemian neighbourhoods!

 

The Golden Horn:

 

Ahhhhhh an Ottoman on stilts!

 

Sultanahmet:

 

Go around the back. Climb the stairs. Tell me what you see.

 

Carpet Trouble:

 

Look into my eyes. Do you like what you see?

 

EuroAsian Hostel:

 

This girl is almost my girlfriend. She doesnʼt kiss on the first second third fourth fifth sixth seventh eighth ninth tenth or eleventh date.

 

Chums:

 

I am going back to Washington

 

Büyükada:

 

Up and down up and down we go. Blow the candles. Slow.

 

 

 

 

 

THE GO-GETTER

 

Kizilay:

 

Ah Kokoreç! Cow intestines on a spit!

 

NY Pizza

 

Pretty Turks in barbie socks!

 

Eski Yeni:

 

soft faced boys! boys! boys!

 

Julia:

 

Ah yea Turks! I flirted with cock sucking to become part of the avant garde! Ah yea Turks! Ah dank basement near Mr. Attaturk's tomb!

 

John Keats

 

They made an awful film!

 

John A.

 

let us dance under a tent to Turkish drums!

 

Kahve Dünyası

 

I suck your mints!

 

 

 

 

 

SNOBS 

 

She: I am made to BLOW!

 

He: I am made to BLOW!

 

Chorus: We are all made to BLOW! to blow . . .

 

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