Who Left The P(o)ets Out? E-Book

George G. Asztalos

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2018

Beschreibung

Check out my infrarealistic poems written in english from Romania, with all the pain and joy for this beautyfull country. We made a Revolution to be left alone or to join the freedom. Read and find out. In and out we can only give our word of honour that we exist. And this is all together amazing!

Leseprobe

George G. Asztalos

Who Left The P(o)ets Out?

Dedicated to all the left outs that will someday come back home.BookRix GmbH & Co. KG81371 Munich

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