In consequence the old man had nothing more that he could say

Who sat searching and rocking his chair that August-bitten day

He bathed in the moonlight, in the starlight down Faradillo’s Way


Cascading lights like sober dreams trickling through larva rocks

And Bernadette her hands so course of care combing ivory locks

Marvellous the sun-dried dial turned wide to hide lost grazing flocks


Who jacked the steering wheel hard and set it bold to centre square

Or carried through the mobile crew who paused naked without a care

And Dale Maloney singing wild throughout the night the truest song



jackson writes po-e-tree! some say

About edenbray

I am a writer ... a beat poet who began writing poetry way back in 1966 ... 'edenbray is born ugly, wet, covered in blood, mucous & bodily functions, the effluence of my short life' ... I recently published my 1st solo Anthology - the best of 60 years writing - previously I ran my own Art Supplies Store for 40 yrs before I became a full-time writer I am a Blogger who has posted 1,000 poems - available in 24 themed booklets ... please ask for details + leave a 'like' or a comment for my encouragement, thank you so much for listening - I truly value your opinion on my work ~ in fact I literally survive on your creative input ~ edenbray
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