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
iris iris iris iris iris
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.