Ryan Frazier Poems
|1.||A Whimper And The Dust||5/13/2005|
|2.||Locket, Empty Of Hair||5/13/2005|
|3.||Short Flesh Archaeology||5/13/2005|
|4.||Revelations On Cape Cod, Mid 90's||6/1/2005|
|5.||Others Cradling Yacub's Creation||6/1/2005|
|6.||Carve Lungs Out Of Cedar||5/15/2005|
|7.||The White Noise Of Prison Bars||5/13/2005|
|8.||Dissection In 10 Steps||5/15/2005|
|9.||Contrary To Minor Praise||5/15/2005|
|10.||Asleep Under The Cameras||5/13/2005|
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Asleep Under The Cameras
You are no exception.
However the wild arms may
undulate at two sides,
the aspecrts of a chart
(North and the South) deliberating
behind the closed doors and open relationships.
One begins halfway into a film of device
and passes the hours developing genital
Hollywood to roll up around the smallest finger.
Nobody has the means for jewels,
we're taking tickets, drunk by gold,
sticking stomach onto our hands
and sleeping in subtle rewind.
Life still resounds through extremities.
Sometimes, by the hours,
when your hair ...