Pokus s žabími srdci. Read 29.12. at the monument in Mikulčice
An experiment with frog hearts.
Lubomír Tomik
Tribute to His forked tongue,
vanilla smoothies,
full of poison, satin and velvet,
You ran your finger over the first verse
only two coins
for the potion of immortality
only two coins
for the tribute of Her forked tongue
You moved your index finger,
sliding on
individual words
"I was looking for Miss Lake
in bars after midnight,
in a raincoat with a pointed hat staggering with a lantern on the tide line
under the same half of the moon,
in the folds of your veil
in the ghostly streets of the Portuguese tavern,
in the eyes of the Sandwich peasants,
in the deflection of the planets,
in the reflections of the bows of tea clippers breaking through curtains of perfume,
eyes fixed on the west,
naked skin strewn with splinters of the oceans,"
I finally found her:
Dressed in Orion's belt,
she took me by the arm and smiled gracefully.
She wandered in a perfect labyrinth,
Miss Lake.
You.
🖤
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Thanks, I’m glad you like the poems!
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