DOGROSES BY KELLY’S FIELD .. .
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I was not looking for succour
after June showers 2024
nor looking for way-out door
they like wash-line panties
cheer fellows discreetly
yellow printed daisies
I had not seen bird or deer
the sky cloud, laden with shadow
a solo linnet in the thicket
sounds by an emptied can of beer
the grass Hammerstein high
lazy circles tired of being hopeful
as though Armageddon had ended
finally my futility exhausted
where no buzzard’s cry
but there they hung lascivious
dancing girls at Tony’s
garlands of feminine fritillary
if I had wanted just to sleep
to surrender my absurdity
sleep does not often come
this challenge to my hypocrisy
we surrender willingly to gun
faintly flowers we ignore
these hours of my deception
the cruelty, lengthy pain
sharp signals dressed with rain
nighttime falls heavy
as lead upon the sidelines
meekest sunshine crosses
she wears no other clothes
but regimed my path
of fading, summer antiquity
she trailed her arms, limbs
adornments so frill
expertly as a songbirds call
I hung with her limply
at the border fences
sirens sound, guests lonely
her colours lit so starkly
softened white, pretty
e’en in the pinkish half light
yet even within dark night
her smile most apparent
her sunshine face laced
mid harrowed hedgerows
the long grasses rambled
nettled thoughts unscrambled
she, parabolic, metaphoric
dances out, single the dog rose
then many, pretty feathers
nature makes such surprises
flitting wrens, diving swifts
sounds of rain upon the sill
I sensed a change between rivers
declension and direction
my mood is garden sparrow
until the citrus sunshine falls
on every garden table
every tree, every lost seagull
imagery to the senses
this dog rose lies where
and with whom she chooses
nestling in the bustle of all lost causes
where guns and bodies fail
lifts bruised her bloodied faces
lay the dog rose on her linen
lay her pleasant shrift upon me
when I am crushed and gone
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©EDENBRAYTODAY10.06.2024
edenbray ☢︎ - a BEAT POET 
NINETEENTH NERVOUS BREAKDOWN .. .
NINETEENTH NERVOUS BREAKDOWN .. .
initially I had been concerned about the subject of plageurism
and how you spell it
the americaan or the angleterre
or whether i need worry about another thing
did the pop group ever pay Publilious Syrus his commission
and surely they had been guilty of deception
under the trades description act of 1972
their adverse claim turned out quite untrue
they were neither a person (nor persons plural)
who does/did not settle in one place
neither did they – not accumulate wealth or status
or responsibilities or commitments
reading only the small print therein
also I could not hand on heart claim
it was actually my one short of a score thingy anyway
you know that thing what we didn’t like to talk about
except that ‘mental illness’ is now all the rage
who knew?
it’s almost like pink floyd was the chosen name of sir Syd Barrett
but they didn’t continue to pay him any money for it
although they wished he was there
that crazy crazy diamond
not sure you can call anyone crazy anymore
why did he need to file for bankruptcy?
i suppose he could have said
it’s my name and you can’t use it
but that would have been childish wouldn’t it?
a rhetorical question
and then we decide to watch two clowns in panto
not exactly in a debate in the forum
i waited for the pantomime horse to appear
but he was prancing on the other channel
making the sensible people laugh
those who have turned their backs on politics
the happy happy happy no voters
they are not crying in their beer
that democracy has failed
and western civilisation lies in tatters
they are not looking over their shoulders
at happy children days
or anywhere near approaching their
NIETEENTH NEROUS BEAKDOWN
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©edenbrayTODAY07.06.2024
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