Torn from shooting stars. Potrhaná od padajících hvězd.

Torn from shooting stars.

Lubomír Tomik

In the river of the gentle night sky 
You took a bath,

neither woman, nor man,

wandering in dreams

In the river of the gentle night sky ,
You took a bath

I handed you a  towel of the deep sleep,
it was all torn,
from shooting stars. 
Right now….právě teď.

Potrhaná od padajících hvězd.

Lubomír Tomik

V řece něžné noční oblohy 
jsi se vykoupala

ani žena, ani muž,
putující ve snech

V řece něžné noční oblohy
jsi se vykoupala

podal jsem Ti osušku  utkanou z hlubokého spánku,
byla celá potrhaná,
od padajících hvězd.

Dreaming Irish bride.

Dreaming Irish bride.

Lubomír Tomik

I almost drown in a rush of love,
 swallow, choke,
 hear the wings of bats tearing the night to pieces

I smell rotting meat
legs bitten by rats

I dive from the wet clay at Wounded Knee,
my wounds shine in Shiloh,
 scream in blooming Březinka

I almost drown in a rush of hatred,
swear with anger
which one is capable of

My dead pupils are at an obtuse angle
mosques fall into the dust
churches fall to the dust
wedges rammed into this island of time


 Look you in the eye
 would like to hug you
 while my seams get wet

I will make Eddington's arrow out of your heart
and release him  from the Bow of Sorrow.
From the collection of poems ,, Burnt plaster in the shape of a forest woman “ / 2013 / Autorka obálky : Klára Sedláčková.

Reanimized Irish bride.

Reanimized Irish bride.

Lubomír Tomik

In my dreams I run around the cemeteries,
I stir the tissues of the bones of consciousness
in the cauldron of the Macbeth witches,
I am fine.

I creep through the foothills of the gallows
in mass graves covered with lime of time.

I mix bone skin hair and dreams
in the cauldron of Macbeth's witches

I open Venetian houses sealed with the Black Death
I pick the body teeth lips
I pull out delicious pieces among the rotten meat
black haired raven

a cauldron of Macbeth witches awaits

on the plain without end
at night
the boiler is standing and I'm gone
I cancel the Death .

When You open your eyes,
I'm going crazy.

I will hug You and press You against me
You smell, I would say, dreamily
as if you were, yesterday
 was not lying in the grave.

I'll hug You and kiss You
like I'm drowning
you 're not breathing, and me
from the breath of the grave

I'm glad I created you
when i look at YOU
it pours blood into my veins .
From the collection of poems ,, Burnt plaster in the shape of a forest woman “ / 2013 / Autorka obálky : Klára Sedláčková

I already published it in Czech on an old blog before it was canceled, in English it’s suddenly different …

Buying. Nákupy.


Lubomír Tomik

-Rozmnožím tvé potomstvo jako prach na zemi- řekl bůh abrahámovi.

Otevřel jsem dveře do krámu,
prodavač se usmál.

-Dobrý den-řekl jsem - jednu jitřní hvězdu a...
nemáte náhodou nějakou Šelmu ? Aby měla v ideálním případě,
aby měla na zadku vytetované tři šestky, byla milá,
usmívala se a celkově byla něžná ?-

-Jitřní hvězdu mám,
šelmu ale neprodám,
nepatři nikomu,
jen sama sobě,
takže panáčku,
seber se a zmiz,

Byl jsem bílý jako stěna
byl jsem bílý jako Aboriginec,
byl jsem bílý jako černá mše mše mše,
byl jsem bílý jako peklo,
zase jsi mne dostala na lopatky,
polibky a polibky a polibky a proteiny.

Lubomír Tomik

-I will multiply your offspring like dust on the earth -god said to abraham. -

I opened the door to the store,
the salesman smiled.

-Hello - I said - one morning star and ...
don't you happen to have The Beast? Ideally,
to have three sixes tattooed on her ass, She was nice,
was She smiling and generally tender?

I have a morning star,
but I will not sell The Beast,
don't belong to anyone
only to myself
so doll
pick yourself up and disappear

I was white as a wall
I was as white as an Aboriginal,
I was white like a black mass mass mass,
I was white as hell,
you got me on my shoulders again,
kisses and kisses and kisses and proteins.