AN OVERDUE HISTORY OF BLANKNESS furls from your

mapmaking :

a bellow beyond the lone asylum

of longitude— :

seeking inverted streetlamps :

mimic exclamation : an illuminate :

to the confused

worm-like punctuation

i have reduced thirty-four

species of tiger lilies to a punching bag : a thimble thin

constellation of ideas

•

do you make much of the still life genie :

besides : to reinforce the objects : is to reinforce the probability of

exiting a poem twice encountered

i have never understood your

still life until i became your active installation : a flourish of mirror

that only attracts another eclipse :

of moths to a blank flame : or

A BLANK PAGE is war-torn : a whisper : scripted from trees with

no laughter : only a scythe for a mouth

obscured by morels : a

parabola is ajar

•

O self-aware gas ball : i will find ways to sacrifice

even more poems to you

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Joshua Bird is. A poet by way of abandonment, his poetry is findable but unfounded. He confines his solipsistic tendencies to short bios & contrary possibilities. For more (or less): joshuabirdpoetry.com