I am finally dead
and rolling around off shoulder
of both defiant and living
who cried freedom but have similarly
given up the glory of recognition
surrendered to nightmare folly
or drifted to the edge
of the sun-dried earth

the lillo is now floating lonely
calmly out at sea
where old men and fishermen dwell
submitted finally
to the irony of parody and misfortune
like bad storytellers
comedians, b n’b trollops
they have nothing more to sell
but their organics and their orgasms
their vital signs
their heartbeats
their memories of youth
their dead, derogatory lives

their friends or relatives
sold out to the nazis
who we mostly agreed to hate
who turned out lived next door
who sold out to Abram’s whore
or any pint of jin-sin
or catalogue of errors
any mausaleum of regrets
1001 of lost bets
hey the ignition
the calamity of solution
when finally he died
kinda’ beautiful…


©edenbray05.09.2023