On the subject of Poems

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.

‘unmarked’ @ remember »

B.H. Fraser

February 5th, 2019.


Filed under 2019,Poems

 

You said something about a song adventurous

The time I had in my younger self

Both of us in the arms of our mothers

Later as friends

To many in parks or clubs various a nuisance

And after a belly full

Now finding ourselves cripple

Circling almost squat

The shank of a walk

With old dreams and old talk

Our sight severe and at the slightest touch

Is this a secret war between us

 

To recall what might have been

And now I face you in the street: my old self

A misunderstanding

I wish my love was here

As I staggered towards myself

The trash traffic of food delivered

My last look one of young girls

An angel watching from the pavement

The car crash that is myself

Still living in these flames the tears of these girls

Recalling a trial of strength between one and myself

 

My stump like an old sack steady

 

Is lately silent and empty

Found by a lonely dustcart

Still my remains ‘unmarked’ @ remember:

He was a fiery fellow, an eagle

And what might be said of him

In the green black water of this basin

An overflowing pit

As they scrape his brains from the traffic system

The chorus repeats what might have been

He’s still to agree himself as the 52 bus dims its lights

Turning into Kensal Green

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