Skladba

Bratislava II

Art Rock

You say welcome, call and refuse me with that permanent lipstick on
you laugh vulgarly lean back and say, I have my men everywhere
you bitch mother who does not care for her missing pups
you memory of backyards, dusters, of walnuts and pops
you mundane lady with no fear of losing tomorrows vogue
you Eastern waitress who cried her eyes out over her pay and goes home
you Zoo of smallest scale and sorrowfully chewing species
you soap opera, my murderer, my horror and a mafian grave

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You joyful run home, fishing for letters, deadly trap
you committee of stares from wedding rites and eternal desire to play
you provincial opera with fume and feather filth, you glass eye of a bird of prey
you hand clenched into fist, you lie and hoax, you bar named Work
You walking banner for Coco Chanel and bitter smile of a gambler
you concrete suburb where snow falls on the leaves and blind puss tears
you packed sardine with the blond girl in, waiting for a miracle to happen
you soaked trench coat and park pervert, gray as a bird

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