By Laszlo Aranyi (Frater Azmon)
PROMPT — I will not rest until ...
The same: to be or not to be... Illusory larval state...
The two reject the one,
his other half, so to speak.
It has become a ghostly, eternal borderline,
like the three
ubiquitous unclean spirits.
The demon-triad coming from the mouth of
the Dragon, the Beast and the False Prophet; all are toad-like
Dead wasps lie on a moldy moon-shadow-skin,
"gurgle, gurgle, gurgle",
the submerged man-head gurgling grotesquely;
so amusing of an end...
Eyes got caught up, the mouth is a lifeless gaping hole
between two protruding, bat-ears. (Ringing...)
In the doorway, the town dogcatcher, "Dogie" utters:
"Gentlemen, I have told you before, you could
learn from your dog,!" The author smells of mold and carcass,
the dogcatcher-like man leans to the firewall,
(Translated by Gabor Gyukics)
Laszlo Aranyi (Frater Azmon) is a poet, anarchist, occultist from Hungary. Earlier books: (szellem)válaszok, A Nap és Holderők egyensúlya. New: Kiterített rókabőr. English poems published: 44 different magazine (so far...). He writes from Budapest, Hungary.