. .. we sacrifice before the bronzed moon .. .
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We vowed to meet
at the grasp of night
under robes dressed
with starlight golden
your auburn fringe tinged
bequeathed so cliché
neither angel Malakh
or JFK did appear
in the clearing, in the ebony
of the cherry wood
while the crimson burning
his face appeared alarming
I brought the ceremonial
sharpened blade alone
altar cloths heavy stained
the ones we saved
customs we have not seen
through need nor any
measure of how much feeling
viola moon might bleed
we garland rosebuds
shamed of our awful deeds
laid our purest thoughts
upon the forest carpet
the planets voices heard
rumbled at the sacrifice
complained ’twas unfair
as pelicans and pixies fly
against yon moon-slit sky
yet did they stop to think
he would know, care one fig
if in this age we proffer
at the yin-yang moon, talk
again of gemini’s true gender
our masks are sock and buskin
on the dark side they are runes
I pressed the platinum blade
against his brazen, lava chest
testing my resolve as Abram
his head turned away sharply
the canopy of earth’s splendour
desists to render its regret
an intelligent assumption
for who has greater need
should moon’s heart bleed
or leak into earth’s oceans
a tsunami of treasons hid
within the blade within my fist
Dinghees bob in half light
no forest’s there to see
pioneers search other lands
who happened upon America
search long for space capsules
950m southwest of Hawaii
or ‘pon the sands of Dungeness
have you seen that coastline
in the sun of springtime zest
or by the sea of tranquility
I deigned to change my mind
put up my sharpened sword
Fair we love the august moon
watchman at the highpoint
whose limpid eyes disguised
see all, tell none, reflect the sun
within the darkened valley sunken
his understanding face traces
tears of all the lost, the lonely
disenfranchised and comely
unable to explain cries of pain
filtered to his wizened brain
my clenched fist, my human blade
my vengeance at his masquerade
©edenbraytoday25.11.2022
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You always hurt the one you love
The one you shouldn’t hurt at all
You always take the sweetest rose
And crush it till the petals fall
You always break the kindest heart
With a hasty word you can’t recall, so
If I broke your heart last night
It’s because I love you most of all










featuring NICO .. .
featuring Nico .. .
Around this woollen ball, this puff of life
jangled strings zip, zang across the bridge
echoed voices caught tap tapping on the backboard
white noise an alternating love song
Did you get inside Picasso’s head or Blake
Hockney’s swimming pool remote and lonely
emulsioned out for all to see, not for posterity
who knew the tempera here was set politically
I heard voices in the wild wind ever closer
then revolution was not so a dirty word
violence, obsequious, fabulous, absurd
ampersand the currency of other lands
Safe, narwhaled from our pleasant sundays
village greened, cosied into thirties constructs
like cricket whites b-4 adopting denim jeans
markered CND’s upon angst-filled dreams
Hardwood stage, the age, loose-fit abstract
queen Nico, minimalist, name-checked as an entity
symbolism birthed, seeded by some advertiser’s junk
boys q’p’s, girls capital V’s, coin-slot teasers
Happy to be, therefore I am, persuaded by a Cambells can
or a gym shoe, art’s pale face peroxided over
who took up the mantle or a cudgel to the head
these were artist’s who by art systematically bled!
We were constantly drifting, our life-raft listing
leave me with my bands, my ties, my addictions
I was once like you, a son, fair full of constancy
my meat hung low but rose to all occasions
Now I am meat for the wagon that can never know
where it might end, discarded like a banshee’s wail
in sunny climes, Andalusian, stoned, harpooned
washed up, in the year of getting your shit together
I am a statement written out in purpled blood
shored up by virtue, consecrated, left for dead
I float east where the water turns mauve to angry red
and yellow, orange, white, psychedelic blue
We together formed forever the perfect group
remembered by our perfect name, our Dada beat
icons signatured at Caffe Bizarre on West 3rd street
audiences dazed and damaged when then departed
©edenbraytoday03.12.2022
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