EDENBRAY in EXILE – 3 – frank zappa & velvet underground

‘Edenbray in Exile’

A Retrospective Anthology of Poetry, Articles and Essays

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Modern history writes in scribbles

lines, scrapes and sizzles!

bare feet, uncut hair and whistles

The booty boat

the slings, the stones, the gristle

with blackened eyes and the pretties

Sad children, burnt gears

and the dark, hollow holocaust of art

grey, plastic and spastic, spattered plaid



Frank Zappa




But I stepped out on a Tuesday morning

with four coins in my pocket,

soft plimsolls hugging me kindly

and my gut so clean and empty

Blinding sun! and I covered my eyes

but the song in my head was fizzing 




Velvet Underground & Nico with Andy Warhol


The drugs turned nasty, the nature of the beast

Genghis Khan’s body lies in the dust like my mother

and we all still have ‘fifteen minutes in the sun’

Bella Napoli a Striano, Castriano, Donnie Darko

but now no one wants to be famous anymore

just everyone wants to be rich

St John the evangelist wrote it down in Patmos

Saw the four beasts and the shimmering rainbow

Spoke to the angel but then hushed his mouth

and this delicate future so fashioned by human tragedy

this burnt, glistening gold dusted by leaves and shit

I rubbed my eyes and saw a pale horse riding

A bronzed horn, a maidens promise, a young mans hand

I’m happy to nestle on my knees for when you are well

or when you are ill it is the best place to be 




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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