Sky jellyfish

Sky jellyfish

As if on nitrous they float, whip, eddy,
twice-eye level, jerking winter-ravers.
They live on nothing,
twirl, tarantella, tango,
brush tendrils with the winter twigs,
which let go. Then, like they've just seen Alien,
abruptly flip, slap, censor-sponsor
an old man's face.
No matter how high they soar,
our beauty belongs to Tesco.