and you don’t know who we are or where we’re going
and you don’t know either,
in the retina reflections of deer eyes
there is a shadow,
And it disappears in the thicket
The quail bit through the hawk’s throAt
diSappeared into shit.
Read and recorded in Studio Shaark.
At the ball at the opera. Lubomír Tomik Plastic silicon dolls dancing at a ball in the opera and a hungry man, in the middle of a bombed-out block of houses, he sniffs an eye from the dead man's burnt skull. Spread your arms, Death, your time has come.
Crowleyho tarot – 11 – Síla (probud.se) …..Osoby narozené ve Lvu budou vašimi důležitými zrcadly, odrážejícími váš potenciál projevovat se tvůrčím způsobem.TY. Nebo pocítíte potřebu dořešit se zrozenci ve Lvu (21. července – 21. srpna) některé záležitosti z minulosti. TY.
Banal poetic junk known since the 19th century. /To Milan K./ Lubomír Tomik In the raunchy neighborhood of Edo the sound of wooden sandals crosses a stone bridge. Her eyes, she has a light canopy of sorrow draped over them.
Banal poetic junk known since the 19th century.
The title of the poem is from prof. Milan Knížák, Milan Knížák – Wikipedie (wikipedia.org) years ago he gave me a nice slap in his words, I needed her, thanks. Thanks for You time. These are his words:
„You use banal poetic junk known since the 19th century.“
Time …. a word.
Thank you ….words . But sincerely.
And after Your criticism, I wrote this poem…maybe special haiku.
Try to capture feelings. …..How does a sales woman feel?