Five Poems by Nathan Anderson

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.