Four Poems by Ivan Peledov

 

Above Our Knees 

 

We dwell in a place of runaway waters.

There is a sky below where mosquitoes roar.

We play dice with the clouds each morning.

The losers get drunk, the winners turn into trees.

There are too many strangers in the world,

all looking for a myth.

And The Hoarded Echoes

 

The life of squirrels and birds is one 

huge abbreviation, and they don’t 

care much what it means. They visit

underpasses when no one is there 

to disregard the graffiti and the chatter 

stuck in the cracks of the roof.

They can muffle the sun easily

while the treetops point at the places 

the winds fail to reach.

It Is

 

It is only a night in front of an empty sky,

both are blind and fickle. It's one of the chants 

that belong to the drunken stones.

Behold the urine of reluctant dogs

and the grass that always shines in the dark.

Sleeping

 

We are sleeping, but the ocean

teems with turtles. Millions

of alien radio stations fight for our ears.

In search of unsung utopias

trains leave the rails with fish in the windows.

Yes, we are sleeping.

 

Ivan Peledov - lives in Colorado. His poems have been recently published in Book of Matches, Fevers of the Mind, Active Muse, and Black Moon Magazine. He is the author of the book Habits of Totems (Impspired, 2021). He can be found online on Twitter @habitsoftotems or on Facebook at https://www.facebook.com/ivan.peledov.