Transit
hollow beacon fly on the wall
juxtaposition (calling)
belting// one // two
belting// one // two
a brick as good
as any other... [flower in the river is as bent as
the metal is bent]
belting//
one
// belting// one // two
two
Soloist
gravity...
a railroad shooting
shooting
shooting
as the flower
condemns
hear the bark
in the only
street
cede the lung to
an open mouth
gone are the days of
lightning powered
stone
desert wandering
oil seclusion
when they arrive they will come
with nothing
what else could they have?
Panoramic Lossless
emitted greeting
[clap clap]
/////shp/////shp////
shpshpshpshspsshpshsphsphsphsph
shpshsphspshssphspshsphsphspshsh
hspshsphspshpshspshpshspshpshsphp
////shp/////shp////////shp
a new number
was invented
invested as a
sugar
skull
death mask
wait until the typing
is
complete
[before]
recitation
visited on
sound
flfkflfkflfklfkflfkflfkflfkflfkflfkflfkflfkflfkflfkfl
=flfkflfkflfkflfkflfkflfkflfkflfkf=
+flfkflfkflfkflfkflfkflfkflfkflfkflfkflf+
-flfkflfkflfkflfkflfkflfkflfkflfkflfkflfkflfkflf-
that is as...
Nothing is
trainspotting
skeletal mercury
running through the
ambergris
running running
through the
tunnel mouth
running through the
retrograde
foundation
foundation
a pleasant form of Bodhisattva
Fomentation -nothing-nothing-
flashbang soundscape
fleabag after
manumission
a horse escapes its
union
never the =
only in ghettoised restructuring...
...muscle
...set
...extremity
... ...
ignore all language
Ape Thumb
restful
yes
restful
closing down from shuttle shuttle
to
barely worn
electricity
in
tired
clothes clothes
that you
no
longer
wear
comfortably
a mishearing
shunt! rumble
rumble
[blue take the place of]
========blue===========
======red=============
==========green=========
=========yellow========
oxidising
monolith
give it space!
[to work its]
sounds like a...
[sound take the place of]
========sound=========
=========scream========
========yelp========
======sing=======
One thought on “Poetry from Nathan Anderson”
Great poems; the vigor is to be appreciated for sure as you feel yourself pulled. I love the title, “Transit” on the first one.
Great poems; the vigor is to be appreciated for sure as you feel yourself pulled. I love the title, “Transit” on the first one.