Saturday 22 July 2023

Five Poems by Nathan Anderson

 



Collapsing into Symphony

 

is

is

is

is

i                          (and)            i

 

                 and

 

whether                            in

 

toxicant                     a work

 

and         ///this tired

 

////left                   [movement]

 

 

                gone

 

as

 

                          this

 

///taken                                ////colour

 

 

                     writhing

 

within                             this

 

 

naked

 

[wake]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]

 

 

                     again


 

Hatchet rings as [anti]-bells

 

volume

volume//

volume##

volume[[[[[

 

 

                                          U

 

                                          P

 

 

the cartographer has removed

 

 

 

 

this'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.'.

 

 

                      sitting

 

 

                           []

 

[]

 

                                 []

 

 

 (not)))))))))

 

((((((((((((((((as)

 

 

 

                             slouching

 

 

*R*I*N*G*

 

 

 

 

volume[[[[[

volume##

volume//

volume



Lopsided [not] Dromedary [touch]

 

/////////////////////////////yeeeeeeeeeellllllllllllll

llllllllllppppppppppppppppppppp///////

 

 

as...                              as...

 

 

                     (cough)

 

D                       R                       Y

 

                     (cough)

 

/////////////////////////////////////////////////////

ask

/////////////////////////////////////////////////////

as

////////////////////////////////////////////////////

answered

 

 

                                          this

sled

is

on                                     the

 

                      pull

 

 

*named (//////////////////////////////////

 

 

////////////////)))))))))))))))))))))))))

 

 

every                          time

 

             H             E

 

opens                        (his)))))

 

                 mouth

 

 

there                            is

 

 

    V         O          I          D



Medical Reduction (vanishing)

 

//

//

//

//

//                                     [s][q][u][a][r][e]

//

//

//

                    again repeating in the closeness

 

 

                                   S

                                     Q

                                        U

                                           A

                                              R

                                                 E

 

until

until

 

 

                         //never repeated sound//

 

 

only the monolith

only the alphabet

only the...............

only the...............

 

 

only the...............



Telegraph//Inhalation

 

,t,h,e,,i,n,t,e,r,r,u,p,t,i,o,n

 

i                                     s

 

 

                  A

                                  L

         A

                              R

               M

 

!                                  (ping)

!                                  (ping)

!                                  (ping)

 

 

styled

after

the

semaphore

 

 

continuing

in

style

 

 

 

                                              reaching

                                      

 

                         vast as rendezvous

                 

 

 

a                   terrible

 

           (thing//to)

 

 

missssssssssssssssssssssssss

sssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss

sssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss

sssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss

sssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss

sssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss

 

 

 

yes?





Nathan Anderson is a poet from Mongarlowe, Australia. He is the author of numerous books and has work appear widely both online and in print. He is a member of the C22 experimental writing collective. You can find him at nathanandersonwriting.home.blog or on Twitter @NJApoetry. 


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