Nathan Hondros is a writer, poet and publisher. He has had a number of incarnations, but is getting close to nirvana at Regime Books, where is also a co-editor for Regime Magazine. His work has appeared in Westerly, The Australian, Masthead, and other magazines and journals, including a forthcoming edition of The Drunken Boat. His poetry appears in the US anthology Milk and Honey Siren (2013, Nostrovia!Poetry). The Australian Broadcasting Corporation has adapted his fiction into radio plays. He wrote and published Man and Beast with his good mate Damon Lockwood in 2009.
His website is nathanhondros.com

Man in decline regards the river in detail

the dirty swans should have their wings clipped
out in force, rough nails in the river’s surface, hungry
making it at last to the river’s edge
the children chase them, careless, angry
out of the bloody blue murk, into the heart of it
and who would be surprised if tonight
their fishermen’s nets turned up a body?

pale dead skin the viscous colour of milk
white petals against the water, don’t think Ophelia
it has a five o’clock shadow and a necktie
to think children will grow into that watery death
uploading their discontent into the atmosphere
and dragging their nets anyway
catching nothing but the wet and the cold

I watch from the grass, from a dead end
recalling a bookshelf in Paris, Seferis in hardback
the apes yawning in the Jardin du Luxembourg
now I have ten percent off The Book Depository
and I’m looking for anything by Kenneth Koch
do you think we’ll stand there again, everything
we ever were, there on the rue Henri Barbusse?

do you remember how everything changed for good
after I wrote Frank O’Hara was here on a wall?
and only you knew it was me, and we laughed?
I was the sharpest point of the longest pencil
do you think we’ll find ourselves there again
looking into the black angry Seine and waiting
not quite believing it reaches an ocean somewhere

and the woman who loved me enough
standing tall above the rue Gît-le-Cœur
who took me in her arms, she was not your wife,
nor mine, and freedom stalked her, the cry in her ribcage
rolling within her, thunderous and symphonic
she couldn’t control it so she took me in her arms
and for a moment that was enough, the two of us

strong as lions and as hungry     will we return there?
sitting in a café she photographed me, did I smile…
I thought of those who came before me
some Greek, some German, but I have no country now
none of us do, not really. I like the islands they came from
and I felt at home, but what do I care. And what do they.
Whatever I was I left in the river, in the sea.

the children fish the water, not knowing right or wrong
not knowing Dostoevsky, chasing black swans
on Monday I’ll drive to the ocean and dissolve like salt
hear it all in Greek and German like my ancestors did
for now I watch her in the dark in her bare black dress
Henry Miller was caught with a note, I’ll pass it on to her
Fold it up, hide it in her purse: Sie ist wie eine Blume.

Disguises

it’s a disguise, this infernal sleep
night’s death head on a spike
crystalline dark in my mouth

faltering submarine dreams
taste of salt water at 3AM
I was falling, effortlessly

waking, what I find is you
it’s not, but the voice knows itself
the timbre, its reflection off the walls

I find other masks instead
where diagonals intersect, contradiction
I speak for all I’m worth, the first time

picking up kindling, stones, fruit
to build the senseless structure of day
against which you’ll fall asleep

you wear it like a nameless robe
that hides the soft dimensions of who we are
so no-one sees the burning skin

then you hurl yourself into bright morning
barely there with hair loose, undone
and sleep, useless clothes, falling to the floor

***

My sincere thanks to Nathan for allowing me to publish these amazing poems here for the first time.

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