Chapter one (and only)

The free poetical offender

    I have nothing with or against you
    and this really means nothing
    but the fact that I am free

    the world is full of love-slaves
    illusionists and pretenders
    politicals or apoliticals
    atheists or christians
    each one is only saving his appearance

    tell these thieves to fuck off
    and let us be kidnapped by The Circus
    let us be made Princes and Frogs

    in this god damned happy end
    of the world

    Copyright (C) George Asztalos , 2018

  
    The Extra Poem With Miss Haby

    mottor: „fountains are drying by habitue” – Sixtus Aquarius

    in the common acceptance
    in the heart of small capacity of aunt Haby
    there are still surviving reserves

    and I quote:
    “what poetry mister Gee?
    dreams and illusions which go off on one
    to humbug us for good”

    aunt Haby sticks her hand
    illustratively in the ground and says man
    I know for a fact:
    what’s in my hand
    is no ‘green planes on the wall’!

    Yet
    the thing is
    that there is no way of knowing
    how much poetry is there in the ground
    at World's End

    so the Poeth-dog is coming it sniffs
    her demonstrative hand
    and then the beast raises its foot

    some ms Habies are even stroking him
    on this matter
    arguing that it’s ordinary but they know better

    for most often is driven away
    from heaven
    and everything is reduced to a few solemn
    and sexymenthal cry-barkings

    this is where I come in
    friendly like a racing horse
    a flayer swimming on the ground
    and aunt Haby jumps on me
    she just found out I’m transporting poems
    internally and internationally
    and reality is that o-kaaay
   what can I say?

    aunt Haby is sad
    her hand hurts like hell
    I walk airborne underground like the gadfly
    I save her urgently to the worlds end
    right there where the land is resurrecting us
    after the glaciations

    where the entire world is wrenching in tears
    of laughter


    Copyright (C) George Asztalos , 2018



    The Kidnapping of Europe

    (inspired from ”America”- by Allan Ginsberg )


    Europe I have given you a finger and you take all my hand
    I am going to kidnap you like a white bull
    and all my ugly whores will scream

    I will make love to you underneath the yellow tree
    and the tree will become evergreen

    This is getting serious I am sick
    of your nice paranoia
    and tired of praising you
    like Noe fishing in the desert

    Europe for every single of your
    connections on Google
    China has sixteen times more
    there is only one Switzerland
    many holes of little terrorists
    and counting

Impressum

Verlag: BookRix GmbH & Co. KG

Texte: George G. Asztalos
Bildmaterialien: Image © Matt Binstead, 2015
Cover: Sandra Segal
Lektorat: George G. Asztalos
Übersetzung: George G. Asztalos
Satz: George G. Asztalos
Tag der Veröffentlichung: 14.08.2010
ISBN: 978-3-7438-9080-0

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