giant haystack tone

I have a pile of hats

in the corner of our room


I lie alone in the muddy field

I lie upon my back


On my back I watch the sky

The birds, the planes, the clouds bring rain


I wear a hat to shield my eyes

I cannot take much more surprise


Come round the back of the straw haystack

And lie down flat upon you back


The sun is shining in my eyes

Today my fear of dying dies


Exhaustion, absolution and confusion

The angels revolve around the sun


The hat I choose is a brand new one

Marsupials in baggies, the origin of species


Where’s C.D. when you need him?

and where’s my old double barrelled gun?


I layed here on my back for seventeen hours

Through wind and sun and icy-cold showers


There’s nothing to be done nowhere I can go

Only petals for my ears, white pills for my fears


My hats are none the greater, or sooner or the later

I can see a Jacob escalator climbing up to heaven

© edenbraytoday 05.04.2021

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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