25.viii.00
Budapest
Summer of Serendipity
is my magical name for
this time of unemployment
seashell clams traded for this
magnificence
better to brood abroad than to
brood at home
so why not use my time carefully?
a couple's voice rises up the
floors echoes upward entering
through the broken window
there is no privacy for lovers
here and I wonder if this is what
God hearsechoes of prayers sent
upward a vague resemblance to
those precious words we toss up
no wonder he doesn't respond
he never checks his messages
Budapest. city at heart of
eastern bloc has found its way
to America. skateboards, tank
tops, skorts, fast cash on
tourists
friend says he can't successfully
start a reading series because
shop owners want more from
Americans.
worried already about
my sunburn at Nice
a Nice burn, I would like one,
please, just a little maybe just
to even out what I've got?
dog bark prayer just reached me
granted, young poodle.
half asleep I dream
a rich friend of a friend tells
me that there's a little urine in
every drink out here, as he pours me
a glass of Hungarian wine
not so, I tell myself. even the
Hungarians aren't that weird.
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