After The Lion left the room

The lion left the room
It had been sitting in the corner
Foreboding our doom
It took its pound of flesh
Before it left
And we are all that remains
We are the rest

The river Gods have claimed their sacrifice
They raged and raved all night
Two ships collided in the water
They paid the highest price

But are they finished with the slaughter
How many deaths will be the toll
Before the river authorities alter
And reason takes back control

I hear the head and shoulders heaving
The rescuers on heavy ropes heave ho
And as they walk away, in leaving,
Dejected with heavy footsteps go

They dragged the river bed
No sign could they find of the hull
Like the rib cage of a whale encasing
The breathless bodies and souls

The water comes in shocking shards
Like ice sheets falling from the skies
And in the river the terrible serpents
Close their grips and tighten their ties

Hard, hard they thrash in the water
Oh what purpose could justify
Such loss, such senseless torture
Tourists visiting first time in their lives

Out on the David's ship deck the captain glimpses
This gargantuan ship in surprise
And the other Captain of the Goliath Viking
Can neither see clearly nor take evasive exercise

The bulk of one, the distraction of the other
The bridge looms large like an open mouth
And forth spills the torrents of snow from the Alps
As rain falls hard from dark black skies

What were they doing out in such weather?
Was it worth the price of the ticket that cost their lives?

Those of us who are land lubbers
Know little of the risks involved
Nor of the captain who could read the water
Its every twist and fold

But what such currents could do after
The cruel twists of fate now told
The river like a Neptune's circus
Where carpets were pulled
And many rugs fold

Where lions of waves leaped at the wreck
Tigers of currents growled underside
And the ring master's whip
Could do nothing to save him
And carried it with him
Down to his grave

Now the water is calmer
The storm is over
The tempest has ceased
The river is high up to the border
The banks like the cage of a wild beast

The spectators look on
who have been left to their own doom
After the lion has left the room

I tried to write you a letter

Well I could have wrote you a letter
but I knew not what to say
So to phone from here was better
But I had hell to pay
Now the devil's in the detail
And he was hard at work that day
Listening to the intel
Of what we had to say

I should have wrote you a letter
To save some face
But instead I thought it better
To call you from my place

Now the weathers getting wetter
And the sun hides his face
Some say I should forget her
But they're not in my place

So I write you this letter
To put an end to my curse
But instead of getting better
Things just got much worse

Well I walk in hills with the twisting vines
And I know love kills but it takes its time
So we can do worse than sip another wine
Because love can be a remedy when it isn't a crime

Now young witches
Hide in ditches
Awaiting to cast their spell
But you can't say I'm not religious
When I slayed the sacred cow
And all those sons of bitches
Who break their wedding vow
Well I tried to write you a letter
But the words fails me now

Good day / Bad day

The landscape changed

The train didn’t seem to go

The way I had arranged

In my mind it had derailed

Flowed into a dream land

of hills and beaches

Fresh rills and green beeches stand

Sziget Szent Miklos

I understand now is not Csepel

Just as HEV 6 is not the same as HEV 7

One track leads to heaven

The other rail goes to hell

If it can be right that my mistake

Be made by mortal hands

The logic I forsake

When I chose to walk not stand

Without my bicycle

I am confined to these iron wheels

That roll in undeniable locomotion

Circumventing paradise

The devil took control

And wielded his mighty sword

Cut through Kis vagoshid’s soil

Cleaved a mighty chasm

The place that I did fall

And yet the Csepel Angels

Came to my fallen call

Carried me on wings of steel

Back upon the pilgrim’s road

Now I feel my world is real

That I am missing my heavy load

My heart evacuated the devil

From its grip

The witch let go her talon hold

Upon my earthly trip

And I am a freeman at last

To live no more a slave

In this poor country of consequences

Their past decisions proved too grave

Miss Budapest

Will I miss Budapest

Will I miss Budapest

Will I miss, will I miss

Will I miss  Miss Budapest

Miss Budapest walked in her new dress

And it swished and it swayed

Around her waist

And she tied back her sweet hair

In the way of her care

And I’ll miss her I’ll miss her

I dare say

But its all for the best

That I leave Budapest

And her perilous ways

And her seductive days

And I dare say I’ll Miss

That tempestuous witch

That made my passions itch

With her swish and her sway

But I could never trust

The ice or the rust

Of her rivers and bridges

That turned shivers in fridges

And her cold stare

But I dare say

On bright sunny days

Then her light shiny haze

Was my chestnut doom

My Budapest room

In the fallow streets’ rays

Where I rest under limes

And shadows of pines

In the dark garden climes

Of her past noon times

Well I’ll Miss her

I’ll Miss her

I’ll kiss her

Do kiss her

For me

For brother and sister

The sun and the moon

Will pass like bright chariots

Maybe I’ll come back to her soon

The world is a beautiful place

The world is a beautiful place

The world stands up in grace

The world shags backwards

All the faces of disgrace

And all the flowers of the city

Are so pretty in their place

The fogs are lifting

Like liquorice canals

Flowing like the pony-tails

Of men in white vans

Shagging like grey suits

Of the pick-up brigade the

Flat caps that never stayed

The he never came back

Leather jacket shade

Of black

The plasterers with grizzly jaws

And fags hanging out of their mouths

The motorcycling husband and wife

With their kid in the sack

The hoodies

The workmen, the chinned hardmen

Who walk like cockerels with their

Shoulders pushed back

Jutting their jaws like the titanic

Ice breakers

Ready for an attack

The music lovers with their head-phones in dancing

To their own tune

And then the girls with their blue dyed hair

Strands cut like records

The baseball caps in reverse

The noble ruck sack wearing youths

The couples in earnest pursuit of life

And love and meaning

And the wind in the red curly locks

Of a young man who faces his life alone

The survivors

The strivers and the thrivers

Rubbing shoulders in the same street

The world is a wonderful place

I believe

In the smile

Of chubby cherubs

The dirty grey brown hair

Of old mother hubbards

Who peck the ground

For their meal

The world is a beautiful place

I still feel

Earthly moments

The trees are frosty

And the water starts

To kill me softly

In my warm, warm heart

And I need nothing

But the day to start

For I’m delaying

This chilling part

The crime is open

And my legs disappear

Someone has drawn

A chalk outline of when we were here

My heart is missing

And the wind whistles clear

Through the hole blown

By the bullet of your tear

Now I used to have you

But we screwed that up dear

The cows are lowing in the fields and the deer

Are always going where the dew is clear

In the mountains where the wild rivers steer

I used to know you

Like an itchy ear

I used to scratch you

Just show you my fear

Of ever losing what I used to hear

The beat of my chicken heart

I used to thatch the cottages around here

Be on the roofs with my straw brain

Leave me lightly, just leave me the rain

I’ll listen slightly in my door-way again

The token of yesterday is the key to today

We use it wisely to unlock the pain

I wanted nothing more from you than to say

That you love me again and again

I used to need you to pull me apart

You used to feed my cold, cold heart

I used to starve you just to let the process start

Of trying to drown you in the apple cart

I used to run through the market place

With everyone knowing me by my face

Now I’m in the stocks at midnight

I’m the great disgrace

Trying to call you out from your hiding place

Well you can hurl at me all your insults

You even as a churl tell me to revolt

Against the feudal lords who run this place

For we’re just peasants working by his grace

The crops are growing and I feel alive

The seeds are sowing and I know we’ll survive

It just been showing since the weather took a dive

A little water fell like manna from the skies

Missing persons

Line 2 to Örs vezér tér
Always so spare
So warehouse care of passengers
Like messengers to the King of Rubbish Dumps
Like Sisyphus pushing a boulder up a mountain
Like trusting a Monk
To be responsible for fiscal policies of a nation

And Pensioners rub their noses
In their mobile phones
Play games like children
While children have already learnt
How to take control of their lives
And make demands on their parents
Like little mercenaries holding captive
Love
Spilling everyone's identities over the internet
Like a cold soup of ideas
Somebody made years ago
Then froze in the freezer
Until they had run out of food
And now its all we have to eat
But what's the use?

Because when the case is closed
And the trails run cold
All the detectives reveal
Their true clothes
And in the case of missing persons
There is nothing left to lose
We are already missing
From the story
Of the Golden goose
Of Narcissus I can only say this
We object to his vanity
But at least he was obsessed
With his own humanity
Some form of being human
Even if the sin of pride
Yet artificial identity
Is no place to hide
When we lose our flesh and blood
To digital noughts and crosses
And there is nothing left to wipe out
Of us but our ideas of our losses
Then we will become
The man in the mirror
Or the image in the pool
The fat man getting thinner
The ghost and shadow
Dancing on the wall