This dream was the first it woke me alarmed and covered in damp persuasion of believing myself a gangster on the run born to play Machieveli
I, who held my own, alone in downstate Illinois put things out with guys from town who boasted their family had worked the numbers for Capone
I rolled-over on my side to dream a dream so real I might have borrowed long archived in black and white a spool of Pathé-news a Time-Life story centrefold.
A technicolour epic-plot enter centre-stage right a vision of a golden age when streets of Hollywood became the focal point Cecile B.DeMille was sage
My dreams all now coloured who says they never are from Maine, Chicago and Nebraska drawn together two by two I rob a bank, I wander free movie-screenplays all i see
I became a full-time dreamer who has a skill of sorts imagined myself a schemer I can cope with all retorts yet now the sun is dipping fast this dream is nearly over
John Wayne leans against a door that’s open, Cagney singing, dances off the set Gregory and Jean may settle down in happy valley, Burl’s performance we forget I wake to find it was a dream things bad as they could be maniacal monsters, sharks still roam the earth and sea Godzilla’s wearing afterbirth sick tyrants still walk free
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