by Edward Lee
Another stranger
in my bed,
though I seem
to have slept
on the floor
amongst the used promises
and empty wishes;
even my blackouts
are getting tired, disintegrating,
as I get too old
for this life
I’m barely surviving,
let alone living,
my broken body reshaping itself
to the contours
of ruthless gravity
and endless excess.
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. @edwardleewriter on twitter, @edwardleepoetry on instagram, @edwardleewriter on facebook, or edwardmlee.wordpress.com.
