River suite VI     beside the river (again)

Joe Blades
From:   River Suite. Toronto: Insomniac Press, 1998.

River suite VI   beside the river (again)

huge orange globe
in pink-orange sky
air damp with condensation

sitting on prophecy stone
back one with solidness
feeling earth   her firmness

watching people on foot
or joined to motors/wheels
watching spiders weave in crevices

hair breaths loose
over shoulders and back
popping overworks tension

this river is life—spirit
of this land—this imposed city
this in-formation object of quest

communication consumes:
most never know what a poet
does   if the world is bettered

down on the mosquito trail
with its lotions and perfumes
arms and legs are punctured

low bass bubbling reggae
rolls across from connexion
under speckled indigo night

buddha body knee shadows
floating on river edge
where grass breaks and tumbles

red collecting 300
things for his haystack
climbs and sits beside

almost 11 pm: after then being
on prophecy stone can be fined
—here   two artists talk

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