THE HUNGARIAN PILLOWCASE
The poet Maria mc Manus retweeted
Pest, a country like Ireland turned
On its side, people like the Irish fifty
Years ago.
I took to it and they took to me, I traveled
the length and breadth of the land Pec’s, Szolnok
Szeged, lake Balaton. Atilla Jozsef was my Patrick-
Kavanagh both statued in my statue park.
I can't remember what I'll never forget
Cant cling to this moment but I can blog
Get/for its people made it my second home.
I went to read peace poems and set up work
shops but they workshopped me Serbs
and Croats we were Hungarian Irish
the boundary was one.
Their desk they knew every word as if
Their own, the Irish ambassador welcomed
Me home into the bosom of mother earth.
This is a blog of Morphic resonance, poe-
artry, I feel these words vibrate.
CONSCIOUSNESS ATILLA JOSZEF STYLE
Armorous abstraction
I felt the cosmic
order gleam-the leaves like
tiny butterflies.
Build a bonfire,
a super-duper one
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