On the subject of Poems

For an extra twenty »

B.H. Fraser

August 1st, 2020.


Filed under 2020,Poems

 

At the harvest fellowship,

We believe in one vision, a holy, most almighty, GIVER OF THINGS.

FOR AN EXTRA TWENTY WE BELIEVE IN ANYTHING

IT’S OUR KIND OF THING

BEING A Maker of money,

Our kind of salvation by the power of television. Hallelujah.

So make money.

I guess this preacher JUST got blessed and became famous. AMEN. HALLELUJAH.

And our kingdom shall have no end.

Did I tell you about the profits we’re making?

You gotta believe but keep it tight with the insurance.

I shall probably get crucified but that adds to the premium.

And my kingdom shall have no end.

Believe in me as the giver of heaven

Who CAN pull them in.

I believe NOW I HAVE SPOKEN YOU CAN KILL YOUR NEIGHBOUR.

Troop Withdrawal »

B.H. Fraser

July 1st, 2020.


Filed under 2020,Poems

 

Observe the enthusiastic dead.

Observe them.

A carriage of them we will make

and fill their steady, boys, steady,

with steady state.

The bodies we will make.

We tend to speculate

on what they might have said

about their rotting.

Neither will the bugle wake them

As the rotting sun is set.

An Astronaut Disconnects »

B.H. Fraser

June 1st, 2020.


Filed under 2020,Poems

 

on a high walk communicating

like i was and ever shall be original

without fault both intimate and numerate

 

to all the above to sing of where i live

in pure autonomy the moon bid me unlink

 

to see a ‘dans maen’ of merry maidens

are the stars talking in my voice

i remember lying in the grass at home

and what the stars first gave me was eternity

as my pulse raced the image darkened

 

 

and i floated away into infinity

 

 

Nighthawks »

B.H. Fraser

May 1st, 2020.


Filed under 2020,Poems

 

by another name, the nameless wood:

a strenuous monotony of being awake

where I could not go on

but did

to the middle of a vision

to walk and go beyond

going to the limit

to hear only the echo of footsteps

in my viewless, steady tread.

i had no more lust for knowledge

even its branches

suspended even from sleep talk

to know more about my sleepwalk –

in this soft earth only secrets.

as i realised the senses between night and morning

are nameless.

11th September »

B.H. Fraser

April 1st, 2020.


Filed under 2020,Poems

 

into a chasm of names

not selected/random

but at the appointed time saved

to live forever

although all of us alive –

disappointed

by a signal lit upon the sky:

a great blitz of seats

reserved to hold hands

falling into a minute that seemed like a century

ready to leave

although I would fail to say good-bye

and would be missed and miss-ng

a temporary monument

these temples I wrote of

now silenced as trucks crashed

into our last defence and all the eyes

could not devour in one sitting the sight

of so many;

you can still find me though I am missing

in a chasm of something.

Animal Thing »

B.H. Fraser

March 1st, 2020.


Filed under 2020,Poems

 

Naked:

He stands upon the grid,

Like hairy Cupid.

Welcome:

He rules above us as porn king

A model of international stardom.

Magnified:

He is to himself magnificent

As animal thing.

Untouched:

He does much, much

And wears a magic ring.

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