Tape Hiss Penumbra – Nathan Anderson

Tape Hiss Penumbra

zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzooooooooooooooooooopppppppppppppp
zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzooooooooooooopppppppppppppppp
zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzoooooooooopppppppppppppp

this f
this fo
this form
form this
form th
form t


they removed the casket out of the retrograde
belligerent
(an ape and its thumb)


######################crazy man…
on HORSEBACK!###################


sssssshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…………..


LISTEN
listen to the…


                                                                        bbbbbrrrrrrrriiiiiiiiiiiii
iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnnngggggggggggggggg


           {that’s the new sense of [[[[[[[touch]]]]]]]}


         awoken like the mob and blinding in the alley
         a fit and a smoke to catch between the eye
of sandblast


I LOVE THE UNIFORM!!!!

but not its beggar


***
***
***


                      symphony sweep
                      a needle
              a close

     a                                                    cake
                         to
                                   spell
         the


I…M…A…G…E


of
a
                           c
                          r o
                              c o
                               d
                                i
                                l
                                e



what a day at the (races)
what a day at the (races)
what a day at the (races)
what a day at the (races)


***
***
***

invert the eyeball
and look
at the
lung!

so
down
and down
and down
and down


and how does that make you
fffffeeeeeeeeeeellllllllllllllllllllllllll?????????
???????????????????????????????



A                           A                            A
N                           N                           N
D                           D                           D



…
…
…

a point is made of this


not any longer
                longer
                longer


not anymore


NOTED
NO
NOTE[D]
NO[TED]
NO
NO
NOTED


——————————————–angel heads will
                                                          belt their songs
                                                          and sweep
                                                          and sweep
                                                          and sweep


until their hands are sore

ah…
ah…
ah…

zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzpppppppppppppppppppppp
ppppppppppppppppppppppppzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzpppppppppppppppppppppppppp
sssssssssssssssshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
sssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
sssssssssssssssssssssssssshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
sssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
ssssssssssssssssssssshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
……………………………………………………………………………
……………………………………………………………………………
……………………………………………………………………………
……………………………………………………………………………



[blank space is needed]



silence


ah…
ah…
ah…




.

---

Nathan Anderson is a poet from Mongarlowe Australia. He is the author of Mexico Honey, The Mountain + The Cave and Deconstruction of a Symptom. His work has appeared in Otoliths, BlazeVox, Beir Bua and elsewhere. You can find him at nathanandersonwriting.home.blog or on Twitter @NJApoetry. Nathan is a member of the C22 collective, you can find more about it at c22press.wordpress.com.

Banner Art: Tensile Induction Vagabond, by Robert Frede Kenter (c) 2023.