Poetry from Nathan Anderson

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

  1. Great poems; the vigor is to be appreciated for sure as you feel yourself pulled. I love the title, “Transit” on the first one.

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