Szivárvány, 1995 (16. évfolyam, 45-46. szám)
1995 / 45. szám
[madam today the sky is starshooting today once more too much clotted blood...] madam today the sky is starshooting today once more too much clotted blood in my mouth while you dance to happy music I sink into thirsty sand and dream of our endless lovemaking. things could be bleaker that’s for sure by the time this poem’s finished the day will have broken you’ll be already in a swooning sleep under tousled hearted cypresses death drills its tool between your parted thighs the sky is starshooting madam today the woodland strays from beneath our window the sad warmth from beneath our heads my identity card expired my last extension expired too. for police for love I’m the villain free to be whipped, like murderers - dilettanti cast their dice on my cloak on faraway shores dead listless girls strip and cover my face with their shirts, just fine to be someone’s memory the tram soars above trees sleepily you fly there and burst into tears when you casually glance down [by Gerard Gorman] 65
