Hugh Fraser Poems

Your life is a dream, a miraculous scene
of Porsches and portable phones.
Your face is unblemished,
a lightly-tanned structure
...

Kingillie was a miniature empire.
It had a mountain with hollows that
I knew precisely. It had lawns that
were fields, each shape - rectangles,
...

I always smile nicely
and play by the rules,
and as a result
am surrounded by fools.
...

On the walls were columns of names
engraved with surgical precision
on boards of fine wood.
Everything spoke of the rape of nature, humanity
...