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Sun at Passages
The city mouths off at the seam
The city sheds what it can
Page one is called Off
Page two is In Between Tangiers
and Page Three
Page three a sluice of this
Practitioner of eclecticism light the flood
streets abrupt or designed until
each corner grew outward
Sleep is alleged
The desire to build this hollow
framework into more than a house
Caesurae never sleep
The design came back empathy
He uttered the same last words for a year
before he changed his mind
Discreet paper-thin whorls
or elaborate renaming days, yes
I have made each of these moths
out of the name Michael
Settling too close to recognize the text,
the touch Yesterday is not a concept
to be considered
Dear shelf
dear fourth wall
Sun at passages
Dear dear and dear lack of
Landscape
I’m sitting between four more walls
unable to break free of margins
The untold iteration we continue
in your pattern and applause when indicated
I design the new letters
without reference
to pages that turn
themselves
in, into, addenda, shades
of botany where grey was a place on the dog
The voice is talking out of the frame
The irreducible metaphysical unit
(of reference)
this time the cereal is soggy
Morning nearly always a point
of contact
with a body
The house sits alone and I in the house
I extract the house
The page the door once a color
and coffee colors seep into the gutter
until the spine is malleable, aloof
Dear moth, did you get lost
wondering why no one
follows
Escapism in Five (or so) Parts
1.
Titles fall at the ends
of Calends, few days gone onward
instead of a que
This being maybe a bad
influence on your sub
terranean
where half-light of near sleep
turns on the penumbra, turns Thursday
out, identical
identity in nearly all the other shadows
(written as shadows)
even when Theatrical City
blots out the obvious narrative
made with one I close
to a dream called
‘this dream’ or ‘remember this’
or ‘one pen equals one I’
2.
Lines gestalt and stop
fingers then palms accuse each
other of writing in dying
languid
Minutiae outward of a
Glimpse curves, we the serial
clouds converge upon a mystifying apogee
The context is aloud
A trick to recapture the sun
in a manuscript by none other
Flowers in an intermittent garden
begin to trace the arc
of my hands, forgetting
the source, the scour of attar
Planet of Golden Ice
Rock of mellifluousness
So-named to invert telescopes
back into the sire represented
on the surface of a map
an uncial stain
3.
A sudden standstill, moths
in the still frame
prepositions wayward
The biography writes me off
a list of chapters
Realism makes the claim
the self belongs elsewhere
if the conversation ends
up restricting passages to what we
think of inward
The sentence (this) is sensitive to vertigo
Clumps of dhghem
in October colorings
of an open mouth
forfeiting the next sound
Descendants of papyrus suck at worshiping
the preserves, the corpse
of a very old god
4.
The philosopher got out of their page again
With extreme prejudice force has been
authorized for the good of
5.
Having built this ‘I’ from sound up
Having built this else
where the framework is taken apart
before the rest could be
Having letters thrown against his self
bones rolling upward despite
seen through slants
in Tangerines
where no order is necessary
Joshua Bird writes on a refurbished IBM Selectric II typewriter. His poems have appeared in Denver Quarterly, Yalobusha Review, Counterclock Journal and elsewhere. He lives near Tampa, FL. Find him at joshuabirdpoetry.com.
William Brown‘s video work has been shown widely at venues such as the Oberhausen Film Festival, Ann Arbor Film Festival, Echofluxx 16, New Media, Music, and Art Festival, The Corcoran Gallery, School of Art & Design, and the Anthology Film Archives, and he has taught in Emory University’s arts department and Image Film and Video Center, Nexus. His current work investigates the creation of digital pre-paintings for the coming era of robotic painting devices. Using film editing software, he merges thousands of images using an aleatory strategy suggested by John Cage. More info and work can be found on his website, https://william-brown-bzhc.squarespace.com.