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      Today is March 19: 2011: and the truth is: even though I'm quite old   - and: in some aspects
even an obsolete: egocentric: I still sometimes find people so highly unattainable:    that I don't
even hope for any closer contact: the more to the interest about me from their part      - and when
contact will occur finally - and even the interest will appear - I still don't trust it - I look at
it - as if from a distance - so literally: as when writers:  delightfully describes their heroes in
situations: when they watch what is happening in their lives: so to speak:  from the other person's
point of view: quite uninvolved in disbelief: to run between the fingers.
      It's a very complicated feeling and: as the years go by: it becomes more complicated:     its
origins go back of course up to the very beginning - somewhere:     at the swimming pool Matador in
Petržalka - where we painted our poor bellies with self-tanning cream:     and stuffed the swimsuit
with shit paper (probably only I did this) because our loins (mine)       they were: not nearly: so
lavishly wrinkled - like the loins of older males: in a modern-style swimsuit.
      Somewhere back in time: the Monika L. holds over us her blue-pink patronage     - the biggest
strike in the world  - with a perfect ass and nipples: and with Mound of Venus -      which is more
distant than Mount Everest.
      She looks through us: as if we were glassy - with small teeth: she tears off pieces of garlic
pancake  - and smiles lightly into her shadow - at her girls - which are describing in detail:  the
situation along the pool: around the buffet and under poplars.
      She licks her tiny greasy barbie lips  and says: hello_____and smiles_____________________and
the whole world are spilling into the rustle________________won't you bring me cola? - she hands me
a round coin with three fingers: and I look at my palm - as if it belonged to another person - it's
not mine - I swallow my breath and run to stand for three quarters of an hour in a queue ..
       I look enchanted at her slightly stooped back:      as she is pulled forward a little by the
burden of the most beautiful breasts in the galaxy: and I don't believe ____________ even now.
       And I won't sit down: I won't look at her   - my soaked arm will quickly hand her a slippery
wax cup - I'm smiling stupidly: at her rippling "thank you"        :and my feet are carring me away
quickly: into the showers: to be zipped back into one material body again. Uff.


       Today is December 15: 2022: and according to the latest research and statistics:    the most
beautiful breasts in the galaxy currently owns Alia: my Muse - see for yourself: