Nothing is difficult to imagine here <br /> in the Buddha head of this space city <br /> <br />the city an open mouth <br />for anyone who comes <br /> between her breasts <br /> <br /> oblivion's place? <br />with populous nightly lighted memory lanes <br />abandoned parking lots of songs <br />switched off stores of dreams <br /> <br /> the ego a stranger <br />ejected into its native town <br /> the self a poem <br />less regulated than social life <br /> <br /> * <br />Who's not dancing barfoot here? <br />with ringing little bells in his hands? <br />who's just looking for someone to sleep with? <br />the ego doesn't have any long false eyelashes but staggers slowly <br />a greedy gambler that hasn't lost everything yet <br /> <br /> * <br />The night is rolling across the bridge <br /> a magician sings to idle ones <br />under the bridge a collection of lost tunes <br />not only refugees <br /> have in a foreign country their languages almost lost <br />a flat beer the memory <br /> a broken pane the face <br /> <br /> * <br /> Low cemetery wall <br />cordially rolling your hips <br />oblige the drunken of this pleasure night! <br /> <br />the carnival's wild spirit <br />a constant song the wild spirit of the earth <br /> <br />oblivion's verdant ashes on the inside <br />no blossoming apple-trees or cherries<br /><br />Mikael Ejdemyr<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/open-mouth-a-bartender-s-good-night-part-7/
