On the subject of 2020

Hail to the chief »

B.H. Fraser

January 1st, 2021.


Filed under 2020,Poems

 

1.

Hey, Amigo. Yes, Gringo.

You and I we travel in tunnels.

They say this stuff makes you invincible.

So both of us in shadow –

the brain controlling sums alien.

These sums measure the smallest tremble.

Amigo, I notice your hand upon something personal.

And after we are done, I forgot to mention

I’ll be waiting.

Escobar, Jesus is coming.

 

2.

So show respect.

Assist me, assist The Magnificent.

I am invincible on ground unlimited.

And I sit in tower with cup between industry and dust

organiser of the money shot.

In each face

where once were words now is humming.

He is? Tell me he is.

He is: “es nuestro amigo”

We told you before,

Escobar, Jesus is coming.

 

3.

Gringo, this wall you said….

Amigo, it’s likely to account for many dead

but who cares / what the heck.

We have this tunnel of ours:

to enter together and lie there flat wanting,

the sweat of coke, the sweat of ambrosia.

It could be quite a party and I shall lack little:

Escobar, I hope you vote for me.

And you one day for me, Gringo,

when America is Mexican.

In the Beginning: California »

B.H. Fraser

December 1st, 2020.


Filed under 2020,Poems

 

In what seemed a time interminable

This is how the world ‘beginned’.

Let it describe it –

Had the start and no sin.

If you stumble around darkness,

It can be quite harmless.

In tints of Eden, sketches,
We was completely liquid.

Shadows but happier

Completely innocent.  We was.

We hadn’t learnt to spell or think.

To be precise we ‘knowed’ nothing.

Hadn’t put pen to ink

Or even tried to.

Space, collision
Me and Me in conversation.

A big bang,

Quite a picnic.

And what of the budded stem?  Gravity?

All things to all them.

Until the sun cames up

And everything was bright.

Even the restroom but not quite, not quite.

And all the loving I could ever have

In one night

Came from the California light.

Wall Street »

B.H. Fraser

November 1st, 2020.


Filed under 2020,Poems

 

1.

Your ears, your face,

all soon will be blessed with giant squid.

A vampire in sucking cup,

eight arms and tentacles full of blood.

About being mounted on a stalk,

the suctions, when they get you, almost talk.

In circumference lined with hellish teeth,

the mouth strange parrot-like, something of a leech.

 

2.

Guard your home against this tick,

It does not share your bread for all to benefit.

A big sponge in the deep,

our squid communes with government

to tell us what to think.

Getting the all clear at Gwennap Head: August 2020 »

B.H. Fraser

October 1st, 2020.


Filed under 2020,Poems

 

    Not from a Cove or Ovid

There came the news from Cornwall,

   But infernal Covid

That life was almost normal

Drone »

B.H. Fraser

September 1st, 2020.


Filed under 2020,Poems

 

Travelling in shadow

 

with message ready

 

to unleash

 

the chaos of hell: a battlefield.

Every word explosive,

all sides tremble.

 

Man, you wouldn’t believe it,

 

we jumped off, super tourist,

(staying seated naturally)

with a switch to

 

voices of

 

“Incoming!”

 

How friendly.

 

With noise intimate,

A hissing song

a tremble

of text.

 

 

A bloody snap of paper

(Attention!  Postcard!)

As butcher bird appears

 

directed

With something

much more personal.

“Contact” –

 

licked clean, perfect

 

by the blast.

A pause.

 

Execution perfect

 

in the high altitude of killing

 

only the “wish you were here” missing.

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.

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