I read the greatest works of czech literature in English

and watched Forman’s films ironically.

I met a lot of ordinary people

and few special ones who held my hand

when I was pissing on the street.

I had no money and never learnt my rights

too hungover for revolution, too alive for the poverty.

I watched the most horrible men ruin the world

and their sons wrecked my sister.

I lived my life according to Ginsbergs’s words

and never went to church

my last memory will be your smiling face

after you left my half- lived life.