On the subject of 2011

Cloud Cover »

B.H. Fraser

February 12th, 2011.


Filed under 2011,Poems

 

(to) a powerⁿ that makes you feel

on a high walk

   connected, really sorted.

   without blemish

like i was and ever shall be original

   without fault;

  both intimate and numerate

to all the above then

  sing of where i live

in pure autonomy.

By Mouth »

B.H. Fraser

February 12th, 2011.


Filed under 2011,Poems

 

Now naked upon the grid

     like some hairy cupid:

are you able to assist ?

     To assist The Magnificent,

                             who is invincible ?

    After,

          he sits in his cups

                   on ground unlimited

    having finished his push ups.

He takes everything by mouth:

                     liquid.

Lines On An English Summer »

B.H. Fraser

February 12th, 2011.


Filed under 2011,Poems

 

    trying to clear my head

     by way of lords

               on a bus to beachy head

   at the precise second the ball was bowled

          over wenlock edge.

 

   either a boundary or something –

    in the bowler’s hand a difference seemingly,

a dance: suddenly a grenade, a warmth replaced by panic

      in my head the word titanic.

  brain on deck. to pass to faraway places such as france.

 

   his loop made me think of adlestrop,

 

of the blue i hadn’t won at oxford:

   the driver to cover,

suddenly alive to the possible that he and i were lover

   as i sharpened eye and pencil,

      (on paper).

    the next moment was new beginning

    and very slow like June i walked as ghost to the pavilion.

Here’s To Gravesend »

B.H. Fraser

February 12th, 2011.


Filed under 2011,Poems

 

 To dance to time backwards,

    with neither flesh nor bone

in step to the last syllable:

  a first bar to put an end

 to race, wars and religion.

 

The sort of party

   -all completely good natured –

levelling up things.

    Would that be so bad ?

 

Held by the light of moon:

   as out of the crypt we crept mad

       with nobody watching except our friends,

         everyone dancing a shade unclad.

Any description will do – even resurrection –

            Here at Gravesend.

O Riots Unfold »

B.H. Fraser

February 12th, 2011.


Filed under 2011,Poems

 

    Whether thieving in Ealing,

Looting in Tooting

   Or mortars in Bayswater.

Heavens  !

   Whatever ends you from,

Let not clouds descend 

   On Kensington.

Busted »

B.H. Fraser

February 12th, 2011.


Filed under 2011,Poems

 

so we bless god for this our genesis,

                         in splendour silent

                   where there is more to print

                                    literally;

 

we print more in green ink;

         gladly, gladly

             we pioneer

       with heads of heads,



                news

           where blinded and broke –

               busted,

                  with bills to pay with more bills

               along a stony path of thrills

             littered with i owe you’s,

                              silent.

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