Intro.. ...Back Draw... ..Along Poems.. ...More In the yard of Tibor's house: a swing was hung on a frame made of scaffolding tubes - the kind: that didn't have a chain in the front: or a backrest in the back: so it was perfectly possible to jump out of it - push yourself with your hand: and with the right half of the ass to go straight up in the air: and the left one as if to leave it behind: because then it would land a second later. But this required a lot of training: and mastery was achieved only after a long time: and even then only sometimes - when it was blowing well in the back: but it was the greatest fun: and all Tibor's friends did it often - and therefore there was the smoothest: most shiny wood I ever saw in my life. Tibor always carved something there with a rusty nail: but it was mostly unreadable after a few days. It is said: the softest on the body is the skin on the buttocks: and this is definitely true: when we consider: how much time: during our lifetime: we rub our asses against the something: at school and so: and from all those who jumped there at that time and maybe even from everyone around: certainly had the finest skin on the ass - Henrieta - Tibor's sister. It was because she always flew the farthest - after which she used to be properly puffed up like a yacht: and also because she was the only one there: who managed to get a splinter stuck in her ass: and just then you could see that her ass was really smooth: like from white powder: which is given there to small children and hard peaches. The fact that she always flew the furthest was a good thing: because she didn't know how to lose at all: otherwise she would immediately start doing bad things: suing: slapping: and she would completely turn into Satan's mushrooms: or even worse: into poisonous vipers: which are curled up in the sun like traps and waiting for their moment to come. But I knew: when to be careful and make a wide arc around her - and that was when she was quiet and smiling with that beautiful toothless smile: that the children have in the picture: where Jesus lets them come to him. But even so: of all the women in the world: she was the one who cost me the most cowardice: which I had to sacrifice many times for her sake: so that she would see me.For example: it cost me at least four years of my life not to run away from a nasty dog: that lived around a big bend: and the bloody chain left on my leg by its yellow teeth really hellishly burned: even though the scab could be perfectly scraped off. In general - not running away - is like blowing up the entire stockpile of weapons and ammunition that we have from our mother nature: because even tigers are said to run away most often. That was probably the first time: I had the strange feeling: that one half of me would now run away and the other would just let itself be bitten: and it would be like in some cartoon story where cats are chasing mice. In the bend was a huge round mirror: at which bus drivers look at in the morning: who only sometimes lets you stand in front: where it looks so wide: like if all the way is yours only. This mirror is said to be unbreakable: and as far as I know: no one has ever tried: because that would be seven years of bad luck - and the dog was sitting in it around the corner with a strange bent tongue sticking out of its mouth and its snout was also kind of pancake-like - but all that only because everything was reflected. Hena ran to him immediately: "how beautiful puppy:" and I overtook her two seconds later: because I was a big dude: and because I haven't been able to help myself: since once I outrunned Tibor on his lame bike - I just had to leave everyone behind. But then: the dog was probably startled by our sandal clapping: and started to back away: which was why we stopped for: and it saw us: that we were just children: and it must have really infuriated him. Hena quickly hid behind me: which was exactly what she had always been taught - so I couldn't even be angry with her - and the dog enjoyed it nicely on me twice with his full teeth. I couldn't cry: because we: the men from the street: we never cried - and especially Tibor and me: we were then very tough guys: but I let out a few tears: because this was: as also spanking with carpet beater: an extraordinary event. Knees elbows and other protectors for children's heads - including asses: should never to withdraw their natural compensation right at the scene: they saved it for a solitary moment without witnesses: or also it could be conserved in the teeth: and in wrinkled skin on the forehead and around the eyes - where also is located the hard macho gaze straight into the black. But the hardest thing was to endure the shame: that always comes on the faces - and it won't help: if you don't look at it: because: it was loudly there.
Once: Henrieta brought a little one-day-old chick from somewhere - which was really beautiful - all yellow fluffy and clumsily beeping at its thin chicken legs: and my hands tickled slightly: from how the whole thing was shaking. It was simply perfectly designed to make people love it right away. Everyone was enchanted: they speculated about it: especially Hena and Monika: how to give it grain and continuously brought it fresh water: which was already too much and also that: they wanted it to walk a little on the grass - because as soon as they put it to the ground - it disappeared into the tall spiky weeds that the ducks eat. By then it was getting late: and when I very carefully stepped on that golden chick - and it couldn't be undone even by next ten minutes of searching of it - it was really terribly too late. That dreadful soft feeling: what left on my leg: I will never be able to let go of my head - the hardest part is to kill for the first time. Fortunately: the body was mysteriously not found: but I must have had it written somewhere on my face: because Henrieta read it with her feminine sense from it: began to look at me strangely: and her mouth began to curve into that dangerous smile of hers. When I wanted to get lost quickly: the swing crossed my path: and I really couldn't resist: I was: so to speak: already like a fresh killer - a man completely without morals in his body. Because I have not yet reached the ground with my feet I had to bounce: and with my ass jump on the seat: what I often didn't succeed in: and I hit my back vertebrae: but it was a necessary evil: and when I was swishing in the air: and: at the back of my neck: I was tickling by cherry leaves: and forwards: I saw the high corn behind the shed - it was divine like all the heavenly angels. I just started letting go to freedom the right half of my ass: when Hena stepped into my path: with her complete bestial smile - and whereas my one part was kind of loose: since it was trying to escape the dog in the bend - it disobeyed me: and did not return: when I tried to slide back into myself. Instead of it - it pulled me from the height down: seized my consciousness: devoured my away-taking breath: and since then: they flying together there at any time.