the contest .. .

lets raise children

Narrative and subversion
  we talked well past night
of cannibals and bhikkhus
  to stand at green park
the corner of my stream
  a cold, cardboard case
unfolding a grey backdraft
  cerebral observations, blood
here comes your bayonet
  to put an end to that plaintiff
the nights we drove through
  fire and arable exclusion
the windows open, throwing
  bad memories after good
into the past of Doctor Seuss
  stopped for the hitchhiker
who has been further on
  in this contest of life where
only monkeys enjoy laughter
  absurdity wrestles all the time
with the grandest of illusions
  and at the side of the road
always a tri-horned deer
  not road-kill, who has breath
cumulus by the orange grove
  the apple orchard, the winery
they learn to tread softly
  upon your spherical hopes
your tired, complex dreams
  where the homeless bed
in woollen coats they found
  children are the only hope
we might love them to be better
  fresh raspberries for tomorrow


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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