. .. Walking in the city by the Bay! .. .
On the rise to Haight
the sun never shines like it does in Frisco
in white strides and a tee
my girl and me
she as sexy as Janis Joplin
we stop to light another spliff
three times today already
we consummate our love
I have been reading about the mantra
Timothy Leary
damn her nipples are hot
When we return again to Stanyan
on the corner of the street…
… if we ever have a child
I THINK we should call her Jannis
I can hear her music playing
her raucous sexy voice
The sun is orange with clouds passing by so fast
people on seats drinking coffee
at night green wobbly, wooden tables
Big Brother and the Holding Company
I think they are better than the Dead
man that dope is good
my girl so warm inside that tie-dye vest
I’m hoping this day will never end
up hear on Pacific Heights I can see the golden bridge
looks kinda’ red to me!
this walk should never end
just me and my girlfriend
damn her nipples are so hot!
©edenbraytoday21.02.2022
edenbray ☢︎ - a BEAT POET 
PERFORMANCE ART – With the Voices In My Head .. .
PERFORMANCE ART .. . With the Voices In My Head .. .
with the voices in my head
I lay me down to sleep
with the voices in my head
with the voices in my head
I lay me down
with the voice of drumming
of Babatunde Olatunji – in my head
I hear his drumming in my head
I am not dreaming as
I lay me down upon my bed
with the voices in my head
the strange voices in my head
I lay me down
with the voices in my head
the voice of summer, the voice of death
the voice of children breathing
with the voices in my head
with the voices in my head
with the voices in my head
with the voices in my head
the gentle voice of Mahatma
of Barack Obama’s promises
the voice of Tony Blair’s lies
of MLK and JFK, Aneurin Bevan
I lay me down
with the voices of summer starlings
gathered in my head, before my eyes
with the voices in my head
of the dead and dying those rhymes
the war poets strike with death prose
a crocodile strikes with death rolls
the sound of promises and lies
I hear the voice of my mother
with the voices in my head
the voices of all my lovers
with the voices in my head
I earn my own daily bread
dear father of mankind forgive
our foolish ways, reclothe us
in our rightful minds…
with the voices in our heads
with the voices in my head
with the voices in my head
with the voices in my head
with the voices in my head
with the voice of Charlie Chaplin
with the voice of Marcel Marceau
Marcel Proust, Greta Garbo, Greta
Thunberg, Emma Goldman, Gertrude Stein
with the voices in my head
with the voices in my head
of Danny Kaye, Martha Stewart
of Jimmy Stewart and Arthur Haynes
with the voices in my head
with the voices in my head
I am walking, I am talking
I am listening to the voices
I lay me down
with the voice of conscience
with the voice of abstinence
with the voice of addiction
the voice of carnality, depression
the voice of repression, suppression
religion, obsession and dependency
the voice of forgotten civility, humanity
with the voices in my head
I lay me down to sleep
I cannot sleep
with the voices in my head
I cannot forget, can you even wonder
with the voices in my head
with the voices in my head
with the voices in my head…
©edenbraytoday09.11.2021
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