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 Bratislava Bratislava Bratislava Bratislava 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 Bratislava Bratislava Bratislava Bratislava