Sunday 5 March 2023

Five Poems by Gabor Gyukics

 



deep sea calm at low tide

 

streams

creeks inject messages

into the veins of earth

rivers carry

the news

to the seas

and oceans

 

the gods

swinging their legs

on top of their belfries

waiting for the material to be processed

watching


 

 

deep sea calm at high tide

 

a hole in the sky was

carved by the moon over the ocean

for birds fallen to the water

the maker is searching for his face

on the surface

trees born again on the shore

the gods are laughing in their tongues

not a single bird

will get away


 

present is god’s sandwich wedged between past and future       

 

darkness and fog provide security

as opposed to the light of a streetlamp

 

on the other side of the fence

stands a whitewashed house

 

unguarded

 

in the blade-mirror of god’s dagger

a cul-de-sac makes itself visible



aim and look aside

 

the night watchman swears

the train never goes to places

where the river has no recollection

where the valley is the watch-pocket of the hill

where the pitapat sound turns to music

 

the train only goes to

where there are

possible offerings

 

where god

looks aside


 

small coffee with two cubes of sugar          

 

furry parchments of the

unwound ambiance lingers

in your spider-cellophane eyes

 

the distance subduing

the sounds of mountains

is bombed out skeletons

 

the bends of rivers

the thorns of the buckeyes

the swirling of anthills

the droning of beehives

the silence of spiders

are dispersing gasoline stripes

of airplanes

 

and the sound of men

mocking god

 

this might be the moment

when

you finally decide

to move ahead

and ...

change your religion


By Gabor Gyukics


 


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