how can i,
this table too small,
weights
tied around my ankles
as if i’m a
carrier of messages
or too fast
to run, eyes hooded
to prevent
natural hunt
how can i
spread my pigeon wings
horse
statue already in today’s night
darkness of
time atop warring
and meet
one fish on a different river
far
upstream when your eyes alight
on a
chickadee in your freezer
victim of one
of your windows
how can i
be on your inside
not splat
and frozen for future
study and
rendering on paper
please pick
up your pencil
to draw—
this isn’t the time
to kick ball
and run
field until
elimination
—there’s
other ways to live
and i might
show you one
may i? i
know that after dead
chickadee
you might want me
to stand
just so for you to hold
pose you
want as long as you need
i feel the
seasons moon
but they
don’t weight on me
as on so
many others my age
i wake with
predawn crows
don’t sing
for iron bells
don’t run
with herd
we talked
one laughing night
imagine us
beyond horse
beyond
middle east
beyond
celts homeland
our art and
poetry there too
below sea level
with russian vodka
in glasses
of european muslims
oilfield
below caspian sea
and us at a
café on shore
Joe Blades lives in Fredericton, NB.
He is an artist–writer, educator, producer–host of the 17-year-old Ashes,Paper & Beans community radio program at CHSR 97.9 FM, a Master of
Education candidate at the University of New Brunswick, a member of the
editorial boards of revue ellipse mag
and ATKA: A Journal of Canadian Studies (Romania), founding publisher of Broken Jaw Press, a Past President of the League of Canadian Poets, editor of ten
collections, and the author of seven poetry books, including Prison Songs and Storefront Poetry
(Ekstasis Editions, 2010) and Casemate Poems (Collected) (Chaudiere
Books, 2011). His newest book, Iz knjige
koja se ne zatvara (2012), translated by Tatjana Bijelić, is co-published
by Broken Jaw Press and Art Print in Banja Luka, Bosnia and Herzegovina.
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