Thursday 23 June 2022

Four Poems by Nathan Anderson

 


Multi - (lift lift) 

 

terrestrial reforming

a matter

of

religion

 

                          coming after in the

 

note the flag is waving 

 

the fruit has

shed

and casts

a rhythm 

 

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Inhale (exhale) Inhale 

 

c  l  o  c  k           on

             

                           (in) 

 

'it's a long way to...' 

 

row                     row

row                     row

row                     row

row                     row

row                     row

row                     row 

 

a headache without

procession

progression

selection

transgression 

 

(there's smoke if you see (to) it)



Going in Time 

 

inside                /          and         /              out

 

its


                     own


 

the steeple chase is a 

 

                                       the mountain is

 

                       /aflame/ 

 

not that it was ever

the cube is degrading into

planetary vicissitudes 

 

/how/they/wail/at/the/sunrise

 

/how/they/wail/at/the/sunrise

 

/how/they/wail/at/the/sunrise

 

/how/they/wail/at/the/sunrise 


 

Extraction (bass note) 

 

wallowing as the

flower

flower 

 

                  a beacon to the left step 

 

the plus               (+)

is

over

over 

 

                                the hat fell from the

                                head and made the

                                sound the

                             sound the

                          sound the

                       sound 

 

terrible how the time splits and mirrors the

solicitude gone waking through the older

spread and sounding how the horn does

sound what else to wake for what else to

dream for

a city

with

a split

lip 

 

and some oil




Nathan Anderson is a poet from Mongarlowe, Australia. His books can be purchased in print or downloaded as free pdfs from nathanandersonwriting.home.blog. He can also be found on Twitter @NJApoetry.


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