near the place where you go to listen

 

by Nathan Thompson

 

 

 

 

the thing is a city

like books that don’t concentrate

it comes out of somewhere

 

I have been regenerated in one red eye

the other splits across industry

abandoned to falling

 

                           cut down across pavement

 

                           ice regulated

 

                           walk time

 

night and the quiet angels soar

phonelines silked across tonerows

 

 

                           link to the planes of Alaska

                           I forget you here

                           losing your feet

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Nathan Thompson lives in Salford, UK, where he is studying for a PhD.  His collections include the arboretum towards the beginning (Shearsman), Holes in the Map (Oystercatcher), A Haunting (Gratton Street Irregulars), The Visitor’s Guest (Shearsman) and the day maybe died (Knives Forks and Spoons).