08/24/2026
Friends & Neighbors
By then I was tired of your ballet jokes. Our Thirty Years War started with a sequence of red roofs and a glimpse of the Žižkov TV Tower. Kundera called Prague a disappearing poem. I don’t know. I drank Velvet beerwith girls in Slayer shirts; You drank boys. The moon drank blood. The two Josephs have no pastand I refuse to look for any meaning in it....
By then I was tired of your ballet jokes. Our Thirty Years War started with a sequence of red roofs and a glimpse of the Žižkov TV Tower. Kundera called Prague a disappearing poem. I don’t know. I …