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i

Step down walkways
  imaginations memoirs
  clinging; still hung over
  in your full bloodied mind
  concerning latest cortex
            of worries
  dreams ill-defined

I join this maze of human traffic
  looking to survive
  in a world of semi-choices
  hunter-gatherers
  ad-hoc vegetarians
            alongside
  unfeeling blood sniffers

Full-moon, sliced chorizo
  all kinds of panacea
  prosciuito, pink as erythema
  butchered ham cut
  from off the bone;
              still raw
  arranged in plastic packets

Everything is box-filed
  for the elements
  household bills; statements
  under traumatic stress
  you pass through
              stationery
  for the alcohol

Anxious moments
  for your paracetamol
  bandaid plasters nestled-in
  across from the aisle
  of the dead and dying
                next in line
  to anchovies in virgin oil

I’m standing on a coastal
  plain outside of Cumbria
  string-bean leaves of
  samphire and Florence fennel
  wave, dressed in ‘old Eagles’
                  kelly green
  random thoughts as choices

I choose healthy avocado
    or kiwi fruit dressed
    in ‘new team’ teal
    livery ‘those Eagles’
    adopted in 1996
                  – Pantone 19-4922
    course in creative thinking

Extravagant walk-through:
  these vast fields of cereal
  yoga meditations
  take me to Iowa these
  fluorescent suns burn
                  day and night
  in my sight : into my brain

I step aside this man
  this woman: her laden
  shopper; she once was
  still is, a native warrior
  carrying water from
                    a stream
  of conscious thought

ii

Attest me now, this fullest
    Shakespearian scene:
  excepting wall-mounted
    fridge freezers are not
  village cotagiums or homes
    for serfs and peasants
  that may have stood
    in the dark, middle ages
  where we are standing now
    demanding fairness and
  freedom from unsatisfied
    lives, while white rabbits
  tan quail, sienna partridge
    with their legs tied: hang
  bound and frozen from
    ancient buttress beams

We cannot now carry
    too much bottled water
  nor pay eco farmers
    what we ought to
  nor celebrate, nor pray
    without the chimes
  of the Angelus; the bells
    of Saint Isidore lie broken
  raucous birds alight
    upon already outdated
  communication wires
    and thus in contradiction
  of these times; those
    jingle-jangle voices
  have pleasantly retired
    from the ears of those
  who patiently wait in sell
    by date supermarket lines
 
 
   
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edenbraytoday09.05.2025