Poems of a Budapest Indian

Poems of all sorts begun over forty years ago in another century, in another country but on the same continent. Poems, word associations that are supposed to associate the physical and mental with the act of living in a world that is in a solar system that is part of a universe that we can never imagine. Poems, what types? Love poems with creamy insides, poems of longing with caramel outsiders; poems of regret basted in citric acid; poems of guilt punctured by rusted, metal daggers, poems of all sorts, yes. Here is just one poem located in this little volume: Wind In Life, Pushing, Shoving & Breaking BreadIn the air, atmosphereBanging against the skin, my skinWind, piercing, ripping, tamingSmashing you. Smashing You. Smashing humanity that is you. Wind, in my nameThe Lord's nameThe one lord or the many lordsBanging awayRipping awayTearing away everything but the soul of the original one. In the airAtmosphere- SASSOON AS AN OBSERVER OF THE UNIVERSE