Ayuda !

Help me, I am dying
my throat is closing and every breathe is laboured
my head is a drug-addled fog & I may not greet the sunrise
tell them I am sorry--I only tried to be human
this line is my exitus, I can encourage them no longer
& they will only smile knowingly on the news of my swift death
only remember the unending hopelessness of my romanticism.

Bucuresti

Bucuresti

Dust, heat and inescapible stickiness
this is what your words surrender
purging the snake oil sellers through your poor
the stuccato clamour echoes down the line
I can almost translate the sounds of madness.

Your bronze and Dacian skin beads
with warm orbs of ambivalence
touchstrokes quiver--[you are safe at a distance]
I can only imagine you & this perfection remains
it is only my reluctance to face reality which preserves you pristine
I acknowledgemy idiocy openly!

Drop Dead Gorgeous

I will remember you as fired by brightly colours
the rainbow's kaleidescope wll evermore be enjoined to you
as my offering to inventiveness and originality
I can only kiss your wrist, head-bowed reverently.

You will always be chameleonic
the infusion of riotous colour will always be your signature tune
just as we shared the cup of satire & carnivalesque
& this fey love of emblazoned endings

Daniela, every word I sprinkle over your hands
is a shower from a painter's palette and a photographer's eye
I pray each sentence will shine phosphorecent
when you and I are detained for not taking life too seriously
so first, let me salute you, and then let us drink.

If I gifted you a bridge in the height of Summer.... would you meet me underneath it?

I offer the sunsetting glimpse of opportunities unsung the bleached white marrow of uncertainty & all the Hungarian wine I have in the larder Oh, and me. I will wait for you under the glow of Szchenyi Hid and watch the circumlocution of traffic pass under the Buda Hills I will scribble the address on a postcard so if you want me, you know which door I lurk behind. -

A Tale of a Train Wreck Foretold

It is it really so unexpected to see this runaway locomotive
lurching toward danger; derailing after a few short weeks
after trundling along the treacherous tracks humans have laid
I would like to be more affirmative; answer you unequivocally
but I fear signal failure.

All the railway can offer you is inconstancy and eye witness reports
of the latest smash--veering cliffward
So these reservations are articulated because
I just cannot see a man and a woman ever coupled in tandem
at the very least you will need patience and fortitude

Isn't it better for you to avoid trains altogether
(It is I who likes them!)
if all I forsee is wreckage and twisted steel strewn trackside
[all my trains collide]
if you careen past this point--all the warning bells and barricades
forgive me if I disavow your imminent derailment
so I implore you:
take the bus!

Pharmacology

This prescription is you
sweet & elicit drug you issue me
Oh, such spendoured side effects
(I have been grinning for days, now).
Bliss straight through my veins
& you have the temerity to express surprise....
This trembling addiction
blessed pharmacology--so I offer you my arms
use me----for medical science &
your most wanton desires.

Halo

Your shimmering crown:
you rule this empire with every swirl of your mouth
this dominion is yours in every insistent finger
it is not often I prostrate myself at altars
alabaster and creamy; the tabernacle of you lit at once
by halo
emitting such light, my only recourse is to look away
the light which seers my eyes and fires my soul.

Poor Imitation

Hope is the fuel of dreams
so langourous, covetous arms cradle a pillow
so tenderly to evoke you
this lesson I have learnt:
pillows make poor surrogates for the warmth of the human body
feather and down are poor imitations
of tremulous skin and bones
but they aid my dreaming; even such a poor proxy for you.

Slalom

the way you swerve and veer
in and round me like a slalom skiier
leaves me floundering in the snow
watching the traces and trail of you disappear
through the moguls. Perhaps, you will want me
teach me to ski, teach me
the art of standing upright downhill; to follow you.

Dear hero, Imprisoned

Steal my keys, and tie me to the bars of this cell
Oh , I have been waiting for you.....
No! I am not looking for emancipation
just hogtie my hands to the railings
..let's get started; you don't need a letter of authorisation, do you?
& taste the steely determination on my lips
incarcerate my ass & ransack me
we can talk about liberties much, much later.

A New Country

Unrecognisible, let's start a new country
erase the parties we don't like
take a few pictures here, a garrish string of souvenirs
assassinate one or two who blacken our saving graces
bury them in obscure & romantic sounding places
we are not your allies, I am not your friend
this is just where we walked and swam
I did not come to annoint you
but I can see the sallow of disappointment welling in your eyes
so I guess I should slope back over the border
the bosom of Budapest welcomes me
like a kind of divination
the way you did once when you flew in to swallow me
in the throat of summer like a pair of fugitives
overlooking Szchenyi Hid, (momentarily the best view in the world).

Oozing Arrogance, Spilling Blood

I yearn for the day
when you realise just what atrocities you commit
hidden beneath the cosy blindness of a flag
oozing arrogance, spilling blood with impunity
sentencing sons and daughters to the cold, hard ground
without thinking, without blinking
blindness that no opthalmologist can cure
with a zeal most evangelists would envy
& I await your justifications
& you will toddle off to sunday service without an ouce of irony
without a thought what your country does in your name
is monstrous and un-Christian
---for anyone still thinking, cannot be defended.

The Allegory of the Broken Toes

slipped and fell on the staircase
and the x-ray showed two phalanges fractured
a wounded pride, a heart leathered by the neglect of lovers
so I shall limp with a certain amount of pride
as the toes turn deep purple
their blackness will be a tribute to you
every wince and yelp will be the symphony of us.

Philosophy and Nature

Do philosophers learn nothing from observations of nature?
Observe, the precarious launch of day, and the solemn passing
of night.You see dreams of autumn wilt and decay into
bronze memories,only to emerge re-shapened in the throaty
swallows of spring.Does not the sea moan more loudly at night,
and murmur during the day?After the rain shower, does the sun
not gleam with silvery pride.Old dreams die, but the green shoots
of new will emerge in their place.
Time is your ally, surender to it, & your ransom is secure.

Funland

http://www.tv.com/funland/show/63768/summary.html

Are you trying to have me blacklisted
all pity , sympathies and people discussing me
and with a flick of a switch:
full-of-swirl, lascivious limbs whorl
licentious Lola sashaying down the runway
like a b-grade actor or a gin slinging karaoke pit
remind me, this is television, smile to the viewers
as parody, as panegyric, as pathos
"Line them up, everyone can have a go"
until the rap of gunfire and the closing credits.