A Poem By Jake Kennedy

by Mark Bibbins, Editor

Cezanne’s Still-Life with Skull, Candlestick, & Book

Poor Yorick would speak a speech
about fucking and how to run balls-out
into the sea; how the rose once moved

this way and that in the breeze
and how the pages were always turning towards
the better future (and they were)

yet there’s no light half as true
as the guttered candle; that’s the luminousness
around the shadow which is a fact

or something dope like that
with memory’s stagecraft
here stupefying all vanities —

Jake Kennedy lives in the Okanagan, BC. He and his BFF, poetcomicartfool kevin mcpherson eckhoff, are compiling a collaborative community western novel entitled Death Valley.