Impressive asparagus soup.
/For You /
Lubomír Tomik
part one.
back to the scum in the traps of outgoing women,
I tilt my head,
closed eyes soak inside
through the breathing tube they travel to my heart
she stares at him in amazement
he sees withered blackened bits of sorrow
and hatred
Hate.
Sadness.
But it was a long time ago.
part two.
dreams furrowed by ghosts flying sukkub attacking breasts,
saliva leaving the mouth ajar,
quiet delicious dripping
I'm heading for the harbor
barge full of white snow
I'm heading for the morgue
I cross thousands of lips blackened with opium tincture
I walk through the crowd of demimondens with crooked hats
I grab the Maguey worm in my teeth
the real soul of every human being
it is hidden in its own darkness
in that unkind girlfriend of us all
it is not advisable to look into this abyss
you have to try:
dreams furrowed by ghosts torn pajama by cocks,
in which no one dreams those dreams anymore,
furrowed by You
we swim in an impressive asparagus soup, all around,
over and over.
From ,,Dinner at Minski " /2016/
