Four New Poems

B.H. Fraser

Easy Money

Starting easily
Like the dazzle of a shell bursting
For engagement,
A moment visible       But travelling in echo.

 

  Message ready to unleash hell,
At the brain controlling,
        A sum alien.Each sense the miracle of atom and particle         As models tremble,
Modulated but deadly,
As a switch to voices of “incoming”
        How friendly           With noise intimate. With something personal — 
A cup to drink from.
That the loving person
Who likes somebody
That likes something
        Is perfect.
Intoxicated, a symmetry.Every word explosive —  
The lack of reason
For what we are about to receive
Making us truly thankful.
At nil,
         Our understanding.
            The lights in the crater not ours,
Everything emptied.So I began to go beyond going to thelimit.

Observation

I shall bring you now by muted mouth
 
            To sacred text
 
Naked and extinguished.
 
I shall bring you now
 
            Either
 
            To the end of time
 
            Or new summit.
 
I shall bring you now
 
            To entertainment.
 
To boys
 
            Who take you up and
                                  down
 
And around again
 
            In simulation
 
Until the music breaks.
 
            I shall take you now
 
Into a sea of ruin
 
            Where chaos
                        Is computer-driven
 
And the cancer
      Has every tongue still
 
I shall bring you now
To neither good nor evil
 

            But observation.

Holland Park

Where Bayswater forms a meadow
            And some of the smarter people
                        Are trapped in wealthier ghetto,
                                    I lie awake in prison.
 
A peacock in the smarter mezzanine,
With lusty wobble, I exercise daily
            To see my sentence double:                    A lifer in this grotto.

 

Mykindatown 

Blessings on Monaco
            And all its palaces — 
 
Particularly the one I live in
 
            Covered in bougainvillea.
 
Or the yacht I forgot to mention
                       Abacus 1,2,3.
 
 Or a matter not unconnected,         The boiling of the sea.

Underrated: Abroad

The ravenous longing for the infinite possibilities of “otherwhere”

The king of cakes

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