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