Wednesday, 11 January 2023

Five Poems by Nathan Anderson

 




Empty Sentence +vanity+

 

 

                                         karmic//lipswing=========

 

 

 ghostly//leftfoot======================

 

 

 

                                           branching from

                                           mmmmmmmmmmmmm

 

 

                a liability

               in                             SOUND

 

 

 

scavenger of carbuncle

 

 

                                                                  

                                                                    (((((lift me over the

                                                            meditating yogi))))))))))))))))

 

 

 

 

                                 AAAAHHHHHHHHHHH

                                 THE                           MIRACLE

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::MACHINE:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::



Glass Magnolia House

 

 

                                              shining////condemnation

 

 

            A PRINCE

 

 

and +++++++++++++++++++ a

 

 

                        line in

 

 

................the sand

 

 

 

 

 

                                                     i gave up the close

for  this???????????????????

 

 

 

 

 

                           

 

 

                   not anymore

 

 

                           

 

                   not anymore

 

 

 

 

spaspaspaspaspaspas

                                p

                                a

                                s

                                p

                                a

                                s

                                p

                                a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a a

 

&

 

 

                                 THE RECORD PLAYS BACKWARDS

                                 SDRAWKCAB SYALP DROCER EHT

 

 

 

it's               a                                        hit!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



Levitating [sentence] = pulp

 

 

leg                rooooooooooooooooooooooooommmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

 

 

LEG             ROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

 

 

 

 

[][][][][][][][][][][][b][a][c][k].................

..................................[g][o][n][e].....................

[][][][][t][h][i][s][][][]......................

........................[w][a][y].........................

 

 

 

 

 

                                                         trample out the

                                                         elephant

   

 

                      an abridging telescopic sight

 

 

 

 

                  'radio is listening'

 

 

'radio is listening'

 

 

 

 

                                                 

                                                      



Persimmon Symphony (otherwise)

 

 

                                          c//a//n//'//t//

//h//o//l//d//

                              t//h//i//s//

 

             //s//t//r//i//n//g//

 

 

 

the e

      d

      g

      e d g e

 

 

                                                     IS

 

 

                           BENT

                                                             

                                                                    

                                                                              

 

 

 

 

                          ...continuing...

 

()()()()()()()()()

.......................

<><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> 

 

 

 

 

welcome back

how was the afternoon

schooled as always

better than

better than

 

 

 

 

                                                                 'only turncoats'

 

 

                     'only emblems'

 

 

the shell turns back

on

itself

 

 

 

 

 

                                                            ==sit cross legged

                                                            ==better

                                                            ==better

 

 

 

 

                                  ((((((((((((BEST))))))))))))))))))))))




Promulgated (tepid+tepid+tepid)

 

 

 

#################################

yellow

##############################

over

#############################

blue

################################

over

##############################

yellow

###############################

 

 

 

                                                                                               sheltered through

                                                                                               the magazine

                                                                                               a shunt and a

                                                                                               whinny

                                                                                               cup your hand

                                                                                               to form the scoop

                                                                                               and eat what you

                                                                                               would find





Nathan Anderson is a poet from Mongarlowe, Australia. His most recent book is The Screaming Paper and his work has appeared in BlazeVox, Otoliths and elsewhere. You can find him at nathanandersonwriting.home.blog or on Twitter @NJApoetry. He is a member of the C22 writing collective, c22press.wordpress.com


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