Nyolcas - the buckled wheel

 Took my bike to the bicycle shop

The one on Kada ut

The guy there was like "I don't speak English"

I'm not even gonna say hello

He wore this dark mask on his face

This plaintiff unmerciful look

As if he accused me of stealing his rainbow

That a Siamese twin should know

He cycled back to his banana republic

Of being alone

When I think of all the cruel things

People say, my heart turns into a stone

This land is not a kind one

This is pick a bone

This is smile and you get kicked in the teeth

This land says "Leave me alone!"

What is the point of helping these folks

Who care not a tuppence for me

What is the point of giving them taxes

So with their laws they can

Stop me being free?

I am sure such a land is a murder field.

I am sure they'll crucify me

If they knew what I thought

Of their dumb ass navigation

Through the world of democracy

This place could be the worst in Europe.

This place is a Soviet Stooge

It is biding its time for an invasion

Then with Russia it will cause a deluge

And pack up the Warsaw Pact

And write for treatments of treaties at home

And put right all that Trianon put wrong

And finally end up all alone

No the wheel doesn't turn straight

It's bent, bent as a copper

It has been beaten

By the forces of state

Its spokesmen are out of whack

By a whopper

And you may Big Mac your way to the top

On European subsidies

But if you take from the Robber barons of

The East, from your debts you'll never

get free.

So why don't you straighten out your own wheel

The wheel of your democracy

Because until you give the spokespeople

Full freedom of speech

All you'll get is a jelly state that will wobble

and topple

And if you look to your own people to fix it

I'm afraid they're as corrupt at the bottom

as they are at the top

You need a new system of administration

If you want this corruption to stop

An Englishman leaves Hungary

Me arriving at Erste Bank Nepfürdő reception: Jo Napot Kivanak, Hogy Vagy?
Female Security Guards: Jol Kössönöm, és te hogy vagy?
Me: Jól, (looking around the foyer): "Alot of people! Sok Emberek!"
Security guards look unsure
Me: "There are a lot of people here"
"Sok emberek", I repeat
There are a lot of people here
Female security guard: "Then go home"
"Englishman leave Hungary"
Me: (laugh as that seems the only way to deal with this comment) Yes, I will, soon I hope.

An Englishman leaves Hungary
Where does he leave it
Is it any better off
Than if he hadn't seen it?
Is he any better off for having been here
Well we will see, but it must be
That an Englishman leaves Hungary

An Englishman leaves Hungary
All alone in Europe
He leaves it with its fences
Its, ropes and guarded borders
He leaves it with its hope
Of Splendid isolation
He leaves it in the airport
Or from the bus station

An Englishman's home is his castle
He has rode far and long
Trying to slay a dragon? Or trying to write a song?
They don't need no dragon slayer,
They've got their own carry on
Leave it to the barbarians
To invite the dragons along
They've invited the bear,
They've invited the wolf
They really wouldn't care
If together they fell into the gulf
An Englishman has no place here
In a country so racist and wild
No place left for the native
No refuge for the lost child

An Englishman leaves Hungary
Going out with a bang?
No going out as he came in
Like a condemned man refusing to hang

Long time No Sea

The burnished coast

Green as a pea

Hungary boasts

An inland sea

Where the Holy Ghost

Is in no poverty

The manicured devils finger nails

Ripened claws

As the moonlight pales

Walking east from Minehead’s Pier

The glassy sand, the grassy dune

The monthly moon in Luna phase

As a night sky on Holidays

Easter Fete of spraying water

Over the daughter the Mother, the bride

Or father’s pride

By the boy, the man

The man over board

The Buoy out at Sea

Lost asking in return for saving a wilting flower

Can you with a Piros Tojak (red Egg) save me?

Long time no Sea

In Hungary

Landlocked but knows the Loch, the lake

The lace of Gossamer

Webs like a misty white sea

Over fields or meadows

Where the swallows and swifts

Are the fish

The insects the creel

The whales the loafing cows

Treading through the long grass swells

Like monks saying vows

And little gofers like dolphins

Popping up their heads

Sharks like foxes

Sniffing out ways to be fed

The Sea is the land, the land is the sea

Because what we’ve planned

Is what we can be

And what is possible

There’s no impossibility in endless ocean

In rolls of Mountains

In the fractal geometry

The Partial differential equations

Of change time geology

In topography of sky, sea and land

Interchangeable as three dimensions

Of Space or time

Stretched intermingling

Through the human mind