A black sun sets on the yellow sea, splashed golden
  trees whistling strangely, pyramids the grey mountains
this mauved sea, twisting and turning, a whore at her work
  turns men’s minds puce awa’ fray the words a’ King David
these worthy anglers abate the falling, flaming arrows titian
  ever the black sun steps out coldly of his argent skies
my alma-mater singing urgently the purple clouds of warning
  I hear the shepherds green who stand in lightening storms
kissing hoary clouds of which many may fold me in their arms
  carry me from this white hole of death, lay me fleshy grey 

                                                                        © edenbraytoday15.05.2021

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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