Poetry: Nathan Anderson

Nathan Anderson

Obligation: Pressed Flowers

 

Bilingual and engorging
resplendent in your absolute atomic decadence 
    
    
           you know you want to
lilting to this extremity
           you know you want to
embalm the bones


                                                             tight and
                                                                       outstretching
                                                              holding the hand
                                                                close
                                                                          unmarried
                                                                  close
                                                                     against
                                     
                                                              the chest


 

Explaining as Movement

 

Convex in your Spanish Civil War
applied and abstract
resting in the moaning
left and left
to other tired things
ripening without buttons
calling down the names
as beatification
longing
and step foot elimination
sun
and
sun
removing


 

Three Waters
 
UNBELIEVABLE!
            
                                wretched thirst condemning
                                to submersible
 
and not                                                                 without air
                                                                             without realisation
                                                                             without reduction
                                                                             without third of the three
 
pictured as remembrance
threshold suspended
membrane relapsed into
miracle
miracle
miracle
miracle
miracle
miracle
miracle
miracle
miracle
miracle
miracle
miracle
 
Eucalyptus
 
Striation bulbs
walk the desert
walk the desert
Desdemona holds the half-lip
over shoulder to
speak when spoken to
looker
looker
Pliable as astrakhan
overwrought believer
pleasure to greet you
measure of the oval stretch
one before
one hundred
 
Clenched (or this brief horizon)
 
What What What What What What
What What What What What What
 
WAIT!
 
We want you
 
Do you?                             Do you?
 
As though
harrowed
harrowed
pulled by
bootstrap
not
not
brought
and
bought
without
weight
not
not
 
‘This colour is the measurement,
we rectified it through the
leaked progressions, have you
seen the detail on its monument?
Not without liquefying thoughts
left and taken within the hue,
a better bet than one before.’
 
#1 - YOUR CHOICE
#2 - YOU’RE CHOICE

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