Three Poems by Edward Lee

 

Too Many Days Without Medication

I can hear hoof beats
as I press my ear
to the earth,
needle rain beginning
to fall on my back;
they grow louder and louder,
until my ears bleed,
the blood diluted by the rain,
flowing down my cheek,
into my mouth,
into the dirt.

I know I should rise,
I should run,
escape what is coming,
but I remain lethargically still,
unable to avoid
the split in the earth
that swallows me whole.

 

Alcoholic

I never finish a bottle,
for I know what swims there
in the denial
and the dregs:
death, pure death,
at the bottom of this bottle
or maybe the next.

 

Another Day Lost

Midnight in the morning,
noon at 3 a.m.;
this day becomes one of those lost battles
I didn’t bothering fighting,
my defeat an inevitable byproduct
of my insomnia induced mood,
and my inability to care enough
to remember
if I have taken my pills this week.

 

Edward Lee’s poetry, short stories, non-fiction and photography have been published in magazines in Ireland, England and America, including The Stinging Fly, Skylight 47, Acumen and Smiths Knoll. His debut poetry collection Playing Poohsticks On Ha’Penny Bridge was published in 2010. He is currently working towards a second collection. He also makes musical noise under the names Ayahuasca Collective, Lewis Milne, Orson Carroll, Blinded Architect, Lego Figures Fighting, and Pale Blond Boy.

Bill Wolak has just published his fifteenth book of poetry entitled The Nakedness Defense with Ekstasis Editions. His collages have appeared recently in Naked in New Hope 2018, The 2019 Seattle Erotic Art Festival, Poetic Illusion, The Riverside Gallery, Hackensack, NJ, the 2019 Dirty Show in Detroit, 2018 The Rochester Erotic Arts Festival, and The 2018 Montreal Erotic Art Festival.

 

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