Good Bye
1/ Remember the old drunk at your church Who elbowed me on the ribs And muttered something I undestood not? You said he meant he wanted to talk to God I returned his with
Belitung
Majestic rocks from millions of years ancient Bystanders of earthly silent evolution Are in themselves untold stories Of an ever-lasting beauty that is this beach That the hands of time would only caress And
First Impressions: Budapest 1992
is many a love-struck couple kissing and hugging with passion by the Margit híd; Is a lone acquaintance of mine fighting solo against the world for 8.000 forint spending hours in a library, trying
Empty
I have let her, the kid unstopper me Thinking she would drink me up and part of her I’d be; I am now an empty bottle all right The rest of me your crippled
Last Night's Encounter
a) Last night’s encounter Gave the little rat and me A terrible blow B) It’s my job therefore To make it clearly see That one of us must go
Tudod-e?
Your oft-repeated bocsánat Has grown me sick; it keeps Reminding me of a religious teaching. God the ever pardoning Can always forgive I can’t. So just wipe out my name from your record For
Shame
You often look at her at some nights, when she is asleep so sound so tight. You wonder how come a child innocent can drive a grown up mad and impatient. Everything comes with
Globalillusion
All the world’s a stage shrinking & life remains a same rendition Without rehearsal whose script is written by no-one except Dimmest reveries which scatter in everyone’s mind Some favor major roles some don’t
Time Shall Tell
time shall tell Where the real Warfare befalls: In every soul Time shall tell Who triumphs In self-infliction: No one shall Time shall tell Foes apart From friends: No difference Time shall tell Who
A Brief History of Gods
First, we worshipped the inanimate. Next, we learned to worship the gods Later, we discovered the Deity. Then, dazzled by our own Reason We returned to the inanimate And ended up worshipping anything, From
Of Love & Sex
said once a friend of mine That love was just a bucket of bullshit; then I Thought about his parents Wrote once a neighbour poet That sex was a thing overrated; so I Asked
Far Away and Long Ago
Far away and long ago, a young lady who had lost her way found herself wandering in a wood and met a young carpenter working on a cupboard by a simple cabin that he’d
Every Silent Plant in the Garden
(To: S. W.) Every silent plant in the garden knows Two sorts of wishes make up the world: One is conceived in heaven, the other in hell The earth buttoned its lip, too humble
A Solitary Chestnut
Il buon tempo verrà! A solitary chestnut, Bold in the cold, Hibernating under A gigantic white sheet Is perseverance Keeping busy To welcome The coming Of Spring
Kemang Afternoon Blues
1/ Had it not been for the traffic jam You’d have thought being elsewhere Most the niceties seemed so foreign Speaking a tongue so unfamiliar 2/ The bookstore you were in Saw a sea