Two Poems by Frankie Basweld
transfers here
so het and not
even able to
watch the news
for another
round of illuminations
dead line a trudge of
this place you took
to be your own
is either a
fortress or a
grave sight
making sickly
and with
out clear defence
man at
the sleeping business
man at
the back hear
what I say
what I guess
what I say
what I hear
you guess what
what I say
channel already
wind swept
acute pressure your stop
that silence how about
that
that moment or
amount obscured
squeezed and pressed
along to your stop
tell that to
a factory reset
and finger
print partial
commentary
what will they be
when the speaking stops
Hail and Ride
fine you
want to
talk ab
out it
so let’s
talk ab
out it
how ev
ery bro
is in
love with
a cop
or a
bureau
crat and
how this
thing is
even
devas
tating
for their
health liv
ing life
through these
remark
able
junctures
in time
with all
its let
ters grow
ing to
thick nubs
there is
no saint
for this
partic
ular
sickness
there is
no neat
reprieve
on the
hill
steady
the hand
that ails
you stead
y and
set it
to work
in the
instance
there is
only
the love
of old
smiley
with his
firm grace
and voice
of pages
flutter
ing there
is some
thing like
cata
strophe
that affirm
ed in
the wa
ter or
blood of
this bus
iness frowned
at its
fatal
distor
tion a
landscape
as plain
and un
ceasing
as you
like
we have
all marked
that card
of con
fronta
tion we
have all
fatal
ly togg
led that
switch what
business
was it
of yours
to be
gin with
what busi
ness was
it of
theirs
there was
an end
and now
