the tree knows .. .

outside my window there is a fracas
two cars have kissed who shouldn’t outta
now two drivers are awful pissed…
I fold my arms and swallow air
like a thousand times I’ve done before
anxiety syndrome – some things are not my problem
who taught me to be responsible for everybody’s pain
decorate this guilt within my hollow
that hole I’m not allowed now to call my soul
people hang things on you all the time
like the clothes your brothers wore
that ill-fitting bra your mother bought you from the discount store
who wants to be someone else
or go to the bottom of the class
learn to say things that you feel, even it breaks your heart
I’m learning not to reach so much for the bottle
though it distances me from the great Bukowski
who sounds like a magician, an escapologist or a tight-rope walker
we are none of these when we stand up
or kneeling under the sun, before Buda
the prophet Elijah we are told left this planet in a golden chariot
the guys outside have quietened down
exchanged addresses and their insurance cover
maybe they can be best friends if they get close outside the circle
the tree in leaf watches from the wings
tree has no choice for tree is a tree
trees know all the lines they can prompt you, tell the time
©edenbraytoday21.04.2022
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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
THE TREE KNOWS .. .
the tree knows .. .
outside my window there is a fracas
two cars have kissed who shouldn’t outta
now two drivers are awful pissed…
I fold my arms and swallow air
like a thousand times I’ve done before
anxiety syndrome – some things are not my problem
who taught me to be responsible for everybody’s pain
decorate this guilt within my hollow
that hole I’m not allowed now to call my soul
people hang things on you all the time
like the clothes your brothers wore
that ill-fitting bra your mother bought you from the discount store
who wants to be someone else
or go to the bottom of the class
learn to say things that you feel, even it breaks your heart
I’m learning not to reach so much for the bottle
though it distances me from the great Bukowski
who sounds like a magician, an escapologist or a tight-rope walker
we are none of these when we stand up
or kneeling under the sun, before Buda
the prophet Elijah we are told left this planet in a golden chariot
the guys outside have quietened down
exchanged addresses and their insurance cover
maybe they can be best friends if they get close outside the circle
the tree in leaf watches from the wings
tree has no choice for tree is a tree
trees know all the lines they can prompt you, tell the time
©edenbraytoday21.04.2022
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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