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.


I shall bring you now by muted mouth
            To sacred text
Naked and extinguished.
I shall bring you now
            To the end of time
            Or new summit.
I shall bring you now
            To entertainment.
To boys
            Who take you up and
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.



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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