The Clean Name
slipped out of sense and…
noise
(fount)
noise
noise
refracted in the emblem nomenclature
beating through the tough and
velocity as trajectory
felt plaster against
the jaw
held in place by
wire
thread
simple for the vanguard
tired lung
Is…
(or is again is)
sleeping in the sunlight
pariah –clip
long since standing
over
belt fed roads
asking…
telling…
neighbouring this abuse this gravitation to breed in
gravitation to growth of selectivity)
remember how we
watched as
ice
melted this…
In Black (black) and White
horizon
over
horizon
leading to the emblem end
never
as
never seen
trapped in verity of degradation
lip slipped over
wedded
forgetting
a funeral pyre
a loosely remembered thing
a jewel lit skull!
an elephant
an icon
an icon
an icon
we sing in in in in
oh
oh
oh
oneeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
goneeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
again
Beneath a fallen leg
wrestling with
OH!
Amen Amen
to
to
to
halve the sound of succour
halve the mechanism
halve the footfall
halve the mountain
halve the smoke eye
halve the
the
the
the
the
shelter me!
A lot of (hair) on the…
upswing leading
upswing
leading
gentrified though longstanding
wired (to)
brush against
velocity screaming
through these
Carthaginian nightmare horns
a skull shaped rock
ON THE HEAD!
It enters through the roundspoke
commingling with the astral ranging
I (as) I have started this
before (before)
Nathan Anderson is a poet from Mongarlowe, Australia. He is the author of Deconstruction of a Symptom (Alien Buddha Press) and has work in The Babel Tower Notice Board, Otoliths and elsewhere. You can find him at nathanandersonwriting.home.blog or on Twitter @NJApoetry.
Interesting shape. Deconstruct too.
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