Into this sea of seething sex,
Red hot Czechs...
But I really miss my wife.
"I'm going to have a jôl..."
Trying to fuck these fantasy femmes,
Dobre dens...
But I really miss my wife.
"Prague women are so cool..."
Erotic mincing in micro minis,
Fur bikinis...
But I really miss my wife.
"It's so easy to get laid..."
Worshipping tits and tweaking twats,
Body shots...
But I really miss my wife.
"I'll be coming round the mountain..."
Suck and caress a creamy clit,
Give a shit?...
But I really miss my wife.
But let's face it.
This is all bullshit, a dream, it does not exist.
It is non-reality, forgoing all pretension toward significance,
inspiration, complexity and profundity.
There is only one reality.
I honestly and truly love and miss my wife.
At the end of September 1995 - six months after getting married in South Africa - I relocated to the Czech Republic, pursuing my dream job but unfortunately leaving my new wife behind in Pretoria. I found a wonderful apartment in Holešovice, Prague that had the most magnificent pale green carpets.
As anyone who's lived there will tell you, Prague is a hotbed of temptation for a single man, but I'm proud to say that I didn't succumb during my 12 months of married bachelorhood. But I can't say it was easy...as this amateurish effort reveals. I wrote this piece on a frozen bus, in the deep snow on the road from Brno to Prague. My company did not have company cars back then, and I could not afford one, so I had caught a lift (in a Škoda 120) to Brno where I spent the day working at a campus recruiting event. The old run-down bus was the only way I had to travel the 210km back home, it was the worst winter in 75 years, I was feeling pretty miserable and was really missing Debs.
Penned very quickly on December 8, 1995 (on a frigid bus from Brno to Prague, Czech Republic).
Cheers, MAlfaRK ©
