A tiny apple given in complete silence
The sound of rain on an umbrella as an alarm tone
The sound of Wizards blinking
Confident knees
Fishing bats
Pink eye from a black cat
Alien queen brings peace to dissident cowgirl
As a porno
Soft commands and gentle demands
Not daemon slaying, just slaying
Trying to be bad,
But,
Satan is overwhelmingly busy right now
Hungarian hand cream
Rudimentary Russian
Her car speaks in tongues
Use your confusion
Braille as a tattoo is pointless
Conjunctivitis in their third eye
Your nipples are older than your teeth
Wax melts red wine in a Sunday night bath
Have faith in lust
In prenup we trust
Furbies are the perfect vessel for wayward spirits.
If books could read, would they twist our ears
Canine earrings
Recognisable swiping patterns
Dating apps for dogs
I post therefore I am
I’d dance with a mop if it danced with me back
Treat people in James Street like a zoo
Bourgeoisie led de-revolution
Hobbies include watching the temperature change
Urine never lies
Unless your in trouble
Hydration is key
Engage the core
Ab core metal
Anvil Killer
Legless grand piano
So hot my pants melt
You give me prose libido
Mandarin seeds as currency
Land rights as currency
Dehydrated broccoli
They’re all a triplicate of hypocrites
He yells
In Liberal

Stubborn Blood

Occasional Terror
I bleed and forget
Hungarian lip readers
RFID scanners
The mind is memory foam
Ignorance is a Faraday cage to ideas
I've touched the Duna
What is this red nonsense
I miss the tomatoes
From proper soil
A mouthful of peace
Telt a lelelem
A mouth full of history
Tartálas
Held in the veins
Vörös juice
You can never bleed me out
Or keep me at the gate
I’ll never be kaput
A stubborn fuckin' horse

Tibor

Take the body not the mind
He's got a morphine team
He's got an outside stomach
And a cap that says 'Oat Milk'
And a daughter and grand-kids
With history in his head
With bugs in his bones
"She's someone who comes and goes in my life" he said
But I realised that that's always us to someone
We're coffee at the beach
We're keeping out of the sun
There's Polaroids from the back garden
That are now on the kitchen fridge.

Little Brother (Kistestvér)
Sleep to Fire
Weed to beer
And that’s great
That’s really great
But
My brother
Was a drummer in a heavy metal band
And then became a heroin addict
And I’m back from work
From conference, full of millionaires
And kangaroos on a roundabout
And black cats on fences
My brother,
Since then
We gave all our water to AI
And now we have nothing left to drink
Isten áldjon
God bless
But
He only noticed the old strings
Tuned down to C#
And now we’re jamming
Form the first time
In 34 years
The last four clean
Bitten by German Shepards
Parts of forearm missing
But can still hold a bar chord
‘Relax man’ I say
And watch as blues flow out
He plays like a drummer
Heavy handed
Used to heavy sentences
And soft strings
But we flow
Like hot jam
Sticking the turnaround
Finally,
After 20 years
Comfortable in a living room
Not bad for an ex junkie with one eye
And his little brother