Between trees sucking a dewdrop,
vegetating, waving, musing,
I see it slowly already you come towards me
and you are left for millennia here.

Your hair drizzles there then on his colour,
all of a world's wedges, beautiful.
And than teenager, who his bed rushes,
until all of them want desiring pleasure.

Solitary confinement relieving existence,
burning under a velvet duvet,
our billion castle
- you will be the inner peace.

Olvass tovább…

In a drum
is shouting
my heart
is waiting to come
here to the trees
to a cooling source
here onto the roof
onto the lap of walnut trees
as a sweet
as honeyed one
seducer as music
as the water of a source
as an alert dream
beat
is shouting
next Psst
filch it next
and the source beneath
clanks
rattles
- the letter -
is shocked
beats
- the heart -
the poor one
charms
summons
a feeling,
a question
i'm dreaming?
May desire?
Seducer your lap
driven down
lying down
my head than
flue dust in the field
moves
bellows
knocks
falls out
decomposes
my heart
and i feel it
there is not something else
only yet one
beat.

Olvass tovább…

When in the damp melodies
the chime sounds drily
and you suspect that you have a home:
- the gable of your pain clear snow.

As what the bald tree branch you buzz,
melted into humus pasts
you say it vainly now, believes this
do not hiss the green words.

Star gate a veil preserves it
in the menses of a moon your night
and you tried to grow tall only
insatiable, little dry branch.

Olvass tovább…

Prologue:
Play with the word according to a heart,
on the word of a mouth, if a heart implement waves,
nicely while the blood vessel,
the blood novel will be his sound.

1.
And my principle leaded onto a road there.
Between exams the dioecious one.
I was playing nobody finite totality,
and under me there the two shovels.

Together with garbage thrown away,
into my hand, a trace two sheets
thrusting, I waited for his rhythm,
to create a rhyme miracle.

2.
And shabby the aegis of the soul
(in spring, the colour of sky appearing blue)
crackling, I stood it rumbling there,
and my knowledge snatched me up.

The eye saw well many miracles.
Articles, dream, office.
In office space myself,
only nobody, homeless.

The clear Mays came.
Astute Kriszta and nutty,
respecting my name worn out.
And after all only an slept with me.

I liked the first, a kiss,
hiding into his lap like that lewdly,
than between a forest the dawn,
when he breaks between the trees.

In the evenings, onto a bone worn out,
the arm slept,
and on a tranquilliser, his lip my song.
One he had the sin: believed me.

Until finally he erred on a day,
and his name flied the accent.
His name turned into a manager.
The tear was not washing his burden down.

I stood it on a road yet at this time,
and I shared a thief roast,
what every now and then brought out
the hard one is alcohol, the woman, the drug.

Sometimes the cloud on a white horse,
seduced through the alley.
Pickpocket with a knife, two of his hands
I was the servant of hunger.

If embraced sometimes dust joy,
a wolf fingernail became a lamb,
I did not feel it, that blood vessel,
I watched him shedding a tear only.

I found Ildi then there,
to sleep together a half G'day.
A year was a half possibly then,
when we pulled it there on his table.

Our church was his body there,
and if he is needed if we are not praying,
this was the faith and him believed this,
while he drank the alcohol only there.

Olvass tovább…

My years even the rivets
beat the tin of my existence.
I was not older with a minute
merely my consciousness flied keep moving.

I feel it so, slowly get old
on the awkward smile of my years,
crackling between mud huts
and with himself pulls the lyre sleigh.

As if already fifty of his halves I would go,
the wisdom was cut to fit I so
the cold staircase evenings
and on the wall of cellars the decay.

I am more already the time,
what did not distribute something else only existence slap,
and now leaden past tense carries
to search end-poems home.

Olvass tovább…