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Shakespeare's Monkeys

Infinite Monkeys. Infinite Typewriters.

More in ergo sum hominus

7. respiro

i breathe

the water envelopes me
like a baby spider in an infinite
raindrop my legs flail

my arms soar from
noon's edgeless edge
to liquid  midnight

my head becomes
the sun and spins
in search of mercury

Oh, that messenger
that brings life

my voice peals
and splashes against
that plain gong

of silence and
the sweet mettle
of quenched thirst. 

The drowning is delightful
here between the silliness
of heartbeats and God's light

-- lunch. soul.
the day - begun
the long night of mourning

ends
with bubbled exhale
and a baptism of new faith.

Alcuin of York - on May 18 2007
“Drowning is delightful” alliterates nicely, but seems off message, if you understand my meaning. It makes no sense given the desperation just expressed. On the other hand, the rest of that same strophe is absolutely delightful. I don’t care for “bubbled exhale” (actually a verb). Yes we understand it, but it seems rather unpoetic sounding. Perhaps “puff” or “grunt” would work better. At least, that’s my ear’s preference. I liked a lot of the imagery in this – the spider in the raindrop, the sun & Mercury; and I especially liked the phrases in S2.
Alcuin
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