Poetry:"Don't Speak Again (the wind comes calling" and "In a Sunroom - Swimming"





Don’t speak again (the wind comes calling)


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blow the wind to the

tunnel sing the fire tune

hard

hard

heart without ventricle and

vein

blow the spin down the

method

method

method

speak still just as

...

...

,,, ,,,

[ ]

speaking of walking and going, how long are you going? Isn’t it

good to be spinning so vibrantly...

measurement

after

measurement

this led to the loss of

corn

and open splendour

blow down the hostel

blow down the mirror

blow down the translucence

blow down the miracle

blow down the [typeset]

blow down as as

as

as

blow!





In a Sunroom – Swimming


Exploding iris

Yes Yes


or

no

touched by

outstretched

hand (palm)

walking backwards

to the water’s (regretfully noting

edge typewriter script)

scratch that

scratch that

receptive as

intermittent

the iris greets

the shade of

clapping clapping

sunning on the beach


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Nathan Anderson is an experimental poet from Mongarlowe, Australia. He is the author of Deconstruction of a Symptom (Alien Buddha Press) and has had work appear in The Babel Tower Notice Board, Coven, Otoliths and elsewhere. You can find him at nathanandersonwriting.home.blog or on Twitter @NJApoetry.