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'm a writer ... I write .. . I’m not sure why I ever stopped, was it 9/11? .. . edenbray is born ugly, wet and covered in blood, mucous and bodily functions ~ the effluence of my short life .. . I am a Writer and Artist since 1966 - I'm an avid Blogger ~ I write lots of poems, written essays, articles, reviews, opinion + comment .. . I have had many poems selected for Anthologies of verse and recently have published many of my poems in 24+ themed booklets ... please ask for details - join the shebang by leaving me a marker with a 'like' or a comment for my ego and encouragement and thanks for listening - I really value your interest ~ edenbray
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