Nicolas Poussin: Selene and EndymionSeléné pobídla koně. Nahráno ve Studiu Shaark, ve Bzenci.
Selene spurred the horse.
Lubomír Tomik
The moon bit through the Earth
he left a cheese hole so big in it,
that all the locomotives of the World passed through it
with purple roses on the front bumpers,
they pounded with their silent silhouettes of the chimneys of Santa Fe,
remnants of communist ,coquetters ,continents
Europe disappearing in smoke and hissing sparks sparks sparks sparks sparks sparks sparks
body
they are stored in their positions of mortality
you stroke their faces
they lie down and cover them with dust
open me and take my beating heart in your hands
massage him with a fist
try to revive me
Selene spurred the horse.
Both Dioscuri smiled.
From collections of my poems Dinner at Minski / 2016/