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Kukuřičná pole.
Lubomír Tomik
klasy klasů v řádcích,
šepot listů ve větru ustal,
na nebi se objevila ruka s varnou konvicí,
polila celé pole kam až oko dohlédlo ještě vařící vodou
ozvalo se vrčení motoru,
letoun přilétal shora,
jako když se na mne posadíš a jsi jen svá
práškovací letadlo nechávalo za sebou bílou stuhu tun soli...
začali jsme kousat každý z jedné strany pole a
až se prokoušeme k sobě políbíme se slaně,
hluboce v hloubce bezedné,
šepot listů za sklem,
s medvědem
nejlepší...
vše je skutečné !
Ovšem ....Až na ruku s varnou konvicí,
kolik platí bůh účet za elektřinu ?
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Corn fields.
Lubomír Tomik
ears of corn in rows,
the whispering of the leaves in the wind stopped
a hand with a kettle appeared in the sky,
poured boiling water over the entire field as far as the eye could see
there was the growl of the engine,
the plane was coming from above
like You when you sit on me and You're all your own
the powder plane was leaving behind a white ribbon of tons of salt...
we started biting each from one side of the field and
when we chew through to get together, we kiss each other salty
deep in the bottomless,
the whisper of leaves behind the glass,
with a bear
the best part is,
that everything is real!
Except for the hand with the kettle,
how much does god pay the electricity bill?
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Karta Crowleyho Tarotu na kukuřičná slova je...
Midian Poet 