The first day of autumn.

The first day of autumn.

Lubomír Tomik

On the first day of autumn, I feasted on a bat
he was bitter and chewing didn't seem to help.

She offered to help
bit, twitched her head, and didn't want to let go
tore

She thought as she did so
above the tattoo directly on Her heart muscle

It would stand there:

BROKEN 
From the collection of poems ,, Bowel of fancy fish“ /2017/

I published the poem in Czech, not in English, had it on an old blog before it was canceled..so..it is my page, I am a poet and so publish .. in another language … brokenly, maybe wrong, … .This is my reality … I can write in it that I love you and nothing matters …. don’t care how it turns out …… so published poem and love you, girl, forever

Sněží

Je 19.března a venku, v nemocnici UH sněží…pohled z mého okna

PS.. uběhne pár minut…. Právě jsem si uvědomil tu ,,drobnou náhodu „… za tmy zveřejním báseň o sněhu…a o něco později opravdu sněží….a tedy píši sem, že bych rád něco..co už opravdu desítky měsíců nemám… napíši to tady na kus papíru tužkou, teď, vytvářím realitu.