Robotic bar ! .
Lubomír Tomik
písty hydrauliky
písty hydrauliky toulavý jaguáre
dojení hadího jedu
v robotic baru
ale zlo se musí nejdříve dostat do krve
šramot hydrauliky šramot kulek
šramot odcházejících jaguárů
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Robotic bar ! .
Lubomír Tomik
hydraulic pistons
hydraulic pistons wandering jaguars
milking snake venom
in a robotic bar
but the poison must first enter the bloodstream
hydraulic rattle
rattle of departing jaguars
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Roboti.
Audio je česky i anglicky, čte stroj. Napsal L.T.
Objednáno Virgin Mojito.
Karta ,,Mág"
And I held astronaut Peters by the hand.
Lubomír Tomik
Chapter Twenty-seven Part One
Down here, on dark ground.
Down here, on the dark ground, there was no discernment for twenty paces, such was the fog. Only the streetlights and blinded car headlights formed blurred yellowish spots here and there.
Excited and back on our backs, Bill and I walked along Buckingham Palace Road and saw the long, deserted streets, nowhere, just the sweet star of Mary in front of us, and where it was in the morning when a girl poured red wine into my friend's mouth. from the Spanish wine bellows and still couldn't hit…
I was madly trying to enjoy the mist and clouds rolling in the Thames.
The downpour started and Bill and I just covered our covers with blankets. The water washed away thousands of cockroaches, spiders, and lizards, rats that began to roam the streets and crawl through the walls of houses where clouds of barely visible marigus flies swarmed and where malaria and rattlesnakes waited.
Somewhere in the gardens, the dogs howled incessantly.
So. Strange Sunday.
Long, red tongues licked the darkness, pointing to infinity, to the flames of tallow candles on which moths rub their wings.
The radio of an overturned car sang the service, and as we passed Big Ben, the two tall English cops watched us suspiciously with Scotland Yard's sinister smiles, as in the old Sherlock Holmes movies.
Where are they now, my wandering acrobats?
All the while, my mind was excited to think of England at dawn, of London, drowning in mist.
And I realized that it doesn't matter that we sin.
,,Napsáno před více jak deseti lety, jakákoli podoba s čímkoli je …JE.
Fotografie L.T. 2015 na Ukrajině poblíž Ivano-Frankovsku. Účastnili jsme se krátkého kulturního programu při otevření památníku českým legionářům, kteří na místě padli.
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Cípy koberců.
Lubomír Tomik
cípy koberců tuší neplechu a spálené maso,
při nízkém průletu nad pouští víří se písek
kdo to asi bude zametat
pomyslí si
tkalci,
dávno nasadili hroty jehel na ústí samopalů
ježci civí na Měsíc
Měsíc civí na ježky
cípy koberců
city koberců
jehly
pod nehty
válka za humny,
přijde a kousne tě do zadku,
nebude něžná jako já
bude nenažraná,
ta válka
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Carpet tips.
Lubomír Tomik
the ends of the carpets sense mischief and burnt meat
the sand swirls at low flight over the desert
who will probably sweep it
they thinks
weavers,
they had long ago pointed needle tips at the muzzle of submachine guns
hedgehogs staring at the moon
The moon stares at the hedgehogs
carpet tips
feelings carpets
needles
under the nails
war for humny,
comes and bites You in the ass,
she won't be tender like me
will be uneaten
that war .
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Karta Crowleyho Tarotu na slova o válce která se valí nedaleko nás je....
,,Kolo Štěstí".... budeme ho potřebovat všichni a právě teď pořád.
Midian Poet 