Tuesday poem #376 : David Bradford : Pitch

I’d like to like this blue bathtub     

The echo in it      rung tired

          of my filth

               Is the conjugate animal

the gallop     that the mandible

     can't hold or break

          Even to wade

out blue in the mend

          blown out a silver shade

marbling up the water     troubled

          three alarm riser bowed

     in a bellied heat

                     whole empty

of what blue fish may miss

     the sea     I wish

          waiting out this slow     

     slow week     clearly in August

          a buzz with blue bells

could blow the house

          a few small feet east

     into a different breeze

          I just need

               to keep changing

one more thing it can’t

David Bradford is a poet and editor based in Verdun, Qc, on the traditional and unceded territory of the Kanien’kehá:ka Nation. He is the author of several chapbooks, including The Plot (House House Press, 2018), and his work has appeared in Carte Blanche, Poetry Is Dead, Prairie Fire, The Capilano Review, and elsewhere. His first book, Dream of No One but Myself, is forthcoming from Brick Books.

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