– with extensive Authr’s Notes




Jiffy-black crow get off the road
the meals not worth the life you’re owed
get home to your ma and your family
this mist and this fog its Christmas eve

I jagged myself on a holly bush
my blood the colour of the berries
they were sharp and they were sour
and they so full of poison

a pheasant flew behind me
it was a squawkin’ as they like to do
and thus it did remind me that all we give
and all we get it ain’t worth sweat

I lit a fire, I read my book
I smoked a tasty, black cheroot
I drank from a glass so full of whiskey
I looked up at the night sky



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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