Nathan Mallon

Stuck fast in a pebbled beach, A sentry's noiseless pain flows Tidal in its obsessive analysis Loath to log the first wounds In a battle between beasts The palisades stand Enclosed by a flood Of faded sirens And smashed-in skulls Here come the medics with mortal fire Looking to pacify, deigning to paralyse Here come the watchers with bleach-black eyes Concealing tangled … [Read more...] about Palisades, By: Nathan Mallon

The chip in the frame betrays the gilded Old wood, once prized by dead insufferable idiots Fresh dust resides around the exposed edges Having journeyed light years from under the fingernails, and scalps and bones of strangers It overshadows everything it protects I stand My posture ruminates on a faraway glacier, unmelted and inaccessible But is distracted by the ordinary … [Read more...] about Silent and Supine, By: Nathan Mallon

Poetry is just the truth getting ready for a night out It tries everything on It has a drink It gets mithered It has a drink It forces excuses from nowhere It stays home It has a drink And feels better … [Read more...] about Poetry Is Just The Truth Getting Ready For A Night Out, By: Nathan Mallon

Take him down Take him dow Take him do Take him d Take him Take hi Take h Take Tak Ta T They got Al Capone They got Al Capon They got Al Capo They got Al Cap They got Al Ca They got Al C They got Al They got A They got They go They g They The Th T Eventually … [Read more...] about Take Him Down, By: Nathan Mallon

It tracked the light, swindled,Landed on porcelain,Bright white and offensiveIts dust scattered immediatelyPeppering the perimeter of its prisonI had no idea how long it had been thereAnd, late for work, I had to get ridIt wasn't quite dead so I made myself scan the detailsBefore it was washed down the drain by my impatient showerAnd it took years for that moth to die … [Read more...] about Moth, By: Nathan Mallon