Tuesday, June 16, 2020

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.

the Tuesday poem is curated by rob mclennan

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