2 . 5. 8. - Seconds of my life -

2 . 5. 8. - Seconds of my life -

A Poem by Martin Pahorek

I have to dance with my artful
Bellow the outburst of my sly
For my dreamy sexy collection

God can see me like
Pure fashion flower
At hair of Virgin Mary

I say please - abruptly -
Take me away from place
Where - I am living - in -

I need something more funny
Then obscure alternative of
At theatre of decadent misery

I heard how winds are
Through my deaf ears

I am not perfect character of my
Imagination -
I don't care about personal statement
At my clothing or poetry
Sexual obsessions are boring me

At Monday midnight of sorb moon
I travelling through my day

© 2020 Martin Pahorek

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Added on July 16, 2020
Last Updated on July 16, 2020


Martin Pahorek
Martin Pahorek

Wild New England , VT

Martin Pahorek is my pen name. I am not brave it enough to use my real name on public. Word pahorek it's Czech origin it's mean the hill or heights . Pahorek was my nickname from my grandfather. It's .. more..