worth of confessing love&joy
these lovely songs about that boy
remind me of Beckett's Malloy
bygone era was waiting for...
at the same time happens something like this
at Moving Station
Slam Poetry:
Boo-Czech!
Boo-Czech!
A fat one tries to gain the control of a namelesss mob
When he says- Boo- you say –Czech-
(But he’s really just a pain.)
The nicest Michael can predict a crash of trams
(Number one hits number four. In Plzeň.)
Whilst Bohdan feels lonely and googles himself
And later on he articulates precisely
Confirm. Ignore. Confirm. Ignore.
Crooked faces on his log book
A blue girl is giggling
(when MM singing happy birthday song
to Mr.President)
She doesn’t know anything about anything
and nervously shaking her bum
gig gig gig...shake...moving like a green snake
And Bohdan says very seriously:
'I pretend
laughing
when I don’t know what to say.
When I don’t have anything to say
I laugh!'
My train leaves in ten minutes.
