Sunday, February 5, 2017

sky and sea

the sky is meant to lie against the sea
every night line between them disappears

the sea is always wet for the sky
the sky is covered in signs

the sea sobs its ecstasies
the sky beholds it all

the sea conceives of everything
the sky withholds its beholding

the sea spills over the lip of its cup
the sky reads the remnants

the sea comes in long lines
the sky opens like legs

the sea is prone to lunacy
the sky is over the moon

the sea is always pregnant
the sky delivers us all

the sea spits out all glittering things
the sky inhales your last breath

Medical Sonnet #7






















In winter’s hoar, thy absence leaves me chilled
with fitful feelings tugging at my breast.
Uneasy, restless, desperate to be filled,
A breathless, longing woe: I must redress.
Spring wakes me from below, and insects stir.
A thousand spiders hang upon their thread,
While I dangle from the open sky, in turn,
by a solitary sigh of whispered dread.
Now the grasses blow in summer’s seething,
A gasping roused and kindled by the night.
Yes, summer is a time of heavy breathing,
Yet something also keeps it very light.
Autumn does a strip-tease, leaves are falling.
Desperation suits me not, I’m on my knees.
I beg for inspiration; now I’m crawling,
While waiting to exhale without a wheeze.
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art by Miles Aldridge