Nine Pages

the page long and blank
invisible birds fly through
its soft emptiness

the empty page waits
for cold fires to strike up
warm conversation

perhaps the empty
page is not something before
but something after

what has been erased
hides out behind the page and
shows up in your dreams

nothing on the page
someone was just passing through
sweeping up behind

late night the blank page
vibrating ghostly paisley
phantasmagoria

the blankest page stares
all you’ve forgotten lost there
invisible cache

sometimes you fill it
up but it still seems empty
better go outside

sometimes it fills up
without you–thunder, lightning
better step aside

 

 

 

 

 

2 thoughts on “Nine Pages

  1. The two stanzas I like the best:

    “perhaps the empty
    page is not something before
    but something after

    what has been erased
    hides out behind the page and
    shows up in your dreams”

    Like

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