Fracture
George Anderson, July 2009
The skeleton wind
like sheets of sound
sweeps in again from the south
the trees groaning-
a semi-trailer on the escarpment down gears;
grunting.
It is at this moment
I open my eyes
& realise I am dreaming.
I hear her breathing beside me
in the gasping, contorted gulps
for air, before she died.
I hold her close-
the familiar contours of her body
etched true.
She says to me, ‘You should give your beard a trim
I have to live with you’. In her red silk Japanese pyjamas
she swims towards me, laughing.
New Dark Ages
George Anderson, July 2009
In the new dark ages he
attempts to record an ironic
tribute to the facile
essence of man. A being
who will speculate, throw
away all- even his family.
The momentary ecstasy of
falling share prices. one
month earlier uptown
delighted by the critique
of CEO salaries: he is
lucky to be alive- the over
burdened truck, the dodgy
breaks, the over reliance
on reflex. Mullet’s indolent
joy of circles, his wheel of
logic- the dim white light
fragmenting now-
like falling leaves,
on the lit road ahead.
George Anderson lives in North Wollongong, Australia. He edits
the student print magazine Ephemeral now in its sixth issue. He writes poetry as a way to trace the devolution of his thought. His chapbook ‘Dancing On Thin Ice’ can be purchased through erbacce-press (UK). His most recent work can be found on The Thin Edge of Stirring, Cause & Effect, Opium Poems, Unlikely Stories 2.0, Lit Chaos, Social Alternatives and many other fine magazines. Find out more about his world at his blog.
