Issue a5 · 2012



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).