from UNCOOKED LEGACY Sonnets 23 & 27
from UNCOOKED LEGACY
Sonnets 23 & 27
XXIII
the sun hangs heavy  trying to master the viewshafts
before being swallowed
by shadows half-developed & clambering
people write stories on park benches
people have rings in their noses  some have metal coils
dangling from holes in the flesh
you carry pictures of yourself
inked & bloodied on your arms
branding is acceptable
cooking skin  acceptable
time-honoured  topical  obligatory for some
you’ve booked your trip to Elysium
the sky is burnt orange
the clouds shocking pink  the clouds have unhitched their skirts
XXVII
how should i read
this optic fix  the regular night-time
voyeur  the wheelchair man
who frequently tags his path  claims
exclusive rights to property & the universe
how should i read this
i am not ubiquitous  as some
would like to believe  i’m not
the recipient of a natural gift  i’m
not a lighter-than-air will o’ the wisp
i don’t wear things like i used to
glittering  like zodiac charms
suspended in my room
i feel only the moon-gape of a laughing owl
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