Monday 14 February 2022

Five Poems by Joshua Martin


Objective pushback to intensity


Out to wreck the gaps

minded sections thwarted

misremembered quakes

in season of desperation

targets thought revolutions:


who hates insistence

determines false



ink visits the visible

despite mythology

to subsume to

become middle



east is east


stint attack on


invented wizards



objectives debate at

the helm flying bargains





vacant pipeline doctor

inflects gas transit

notoriously designed


to starve. 



Air-Quality Monitoring


Afternoons drink revolutionary disorganization

placating a lifestyle guru by belly flopping.

                            If, at the end

                                 of a tightrope,

                    I found conclusive debt payments,

                    then maybe screeching collages could

                    finally inspire a new geometric ironing board.


   Only sudden

               like a fang,

                        sanctioned submarine lemon

                        & the history of parasitic crooning.


      (Money burnt at Tea Time)


Most declarations suspended due to retrieval,

           while I negotiated for the release of precent,

                 accusing the ramparts of oozing. 



Salient Situational Detonation


Local strongman playing bocce ball

in Hellenistic court of common pleas

relegated to a stacked dice sneezing

where retrofitted puzzle resides

stormy though tutored to contradict.


                Another SHELL

                preventing ethnographic DaTa



                         Belonging surrenders

                         the self to immune




     / --- suffering from SIX inch

                         conversational accoutrements.


Consolidated nuclear arsenal

can’t keep a good bombardier down. 



Sharp Castle, Corner of Overview


Just dawn-

           the castle of Elsinore

           is a rockin’,

                      don’t come a-knockin’    .



             fish scale rumble

             at reference point

             popular jukebox

                                stud. (

heard, half-hearted,

                      above head

       WATER   ---   supply   ---   shortage

    moat a MiNk



                     farmer elevated

                     to tear duct


                                              ). Events




     dear, the inside,

                a MaJoR pie chart

                omitting backwards



Who, tune,

             TO Tibet we roll. 



Acoustical Disadvantage Space Station Runt


Steady street geriatric polling

placing a slip & fall ad into a blender,

rumbling about narrative description,

                      give a crumb

                      or else ignore sanctimonious

                      day drinkers . . . Mostly


                          also Indifferent

                          , [standing

head & shoulders above a provocation

never made me question gun control

                                                       ]. This

              JuSt INTRO:::

        “pillow swell over timeworn

          werewolf enigmatic shape-shifting.”


Cup clutched to ear,

                         a drum,

                  a hen     w/o     a     hamster wheel.


Someone must have chugged

all of my nostalgia because I

haven’t seen it since returning

to the square peg factory wearing

only reversible cotton wah-wah pedal.


                          PRETEND     &     register

                 your chicken wing

           for selective


Joshua Martin is a Philadelphia based writer and filmmaker, who currently works in a library. He is the author of the books automatic message (Free Lines Press), combustible panoramic twists (Trainwreck Press), Pointillistic Venetian Blinds (Alien Buddha Press) and Vagabond fragments of a hole (Schism Neuronics). He has had numerous pieces published in various journals including Otoliths, M58, The Sparrow’s Trombone, Lothlorien Poetry Journal, Coven, Scud, Ygdrasil, RASPUTIN, Ink Pantry, and Synchronized Chaos. You can find links to his published work at



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