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 onme of them: Wind In Life, Pushing, Shoving & Breaking Bread In the air, atmosphere Banging against the skin, my skin Wind, piercing, ripping, taming Smashing you. Smashing You. Smashing humanity that is you. Wind, in my name The Lord's name The one lord or the many lords Banging away Ripping away Tearing away everything but the soul of the original one. In the air Atmosphere - SASSOON AS AN OBSERVER OF THE UNIVERSE