Bar “Avergonzado”
The truth is:
-Are you lesbian or what?
she said to me,
I swallowed “I’m not sure”
She smiled and these flamingos of electric pink
Shined like a present in their neon lights
Beyond us
читать дальшеSeashells in her earrings,
Johnny Mitchell
- all slightly frightened me -
the guys in purple polos
(I saw her on the corner
Banality of cine-moment
Eyes lined black)
They were like me -
Looking-for-joy
Because of pain
Because of spread out night sky
And the curtains
Like queen Anne dresses
Heavy read and velvet
They came
And once too close
But who are we
Two slightly creased (but still)
good looking girls
Beyond us curtains and flamingos strike the poses
And dialogue like lazy drunk old fogey
Laid down between
The polo-friends and me
Right on the bar
She played with mobile phone
With glass of beer in front of her
My cheeks turned red
I knew she’s gone (I lost her)
But I promised (in my own head
but still she understood)
To wake up, to live up
This stupid ice-cold circle
Of beds and men and dicks
With one and only
Disappointed shame.