Saturday, July 3, 2021

GAS Featured Poet: Vernon Frazer



Vernon Frazer has written more than thirty books of poetry, including Anchor What (Unlikely Books),IMPROVISATIONS and Avenue Noir, three novels and a short story collection. His poetry, fiction and nonfiction have appeared in numerous print and electronic publications. His latest poetry collection is Gravity Darkening.

Working in multi-media, Frazer has performed his poetry with
the late saxophonist Thomas Chapin, the Vernon Frazer
Poetry Band and as a solo poet-bassist. His jazz poetry
recordings and multimedia work are available on Youtube.

Frazer resides in central Connecticut. He is widowed.
Poster published by Unlikely Books


Vernon states:  "As a jazz and William Burroughs aficionado, my recent poetry fuses improvisation with cut-ups. At times, I orchestrate the text to create a multiple voice on the page. When in doubt about how to read my page, read it in every possible way." 



Takeout Delivered


her room mother
condemned iteration muttering
                           whenever

     quivering lips
     parlayed discomfort again 

                           when cannibalization pickled 
                           the backyard respiration con
                           the six-speculum sport room
              
   communion pawned the windows

         for                             vegan
    woodpile                   peregrination             
  shake-ups                   caravanserai    
                    coachmen

                            in the sky

             disposable resourcefulness
             trading away with confusion

                          a stale wisp
                          foiled metal’s furnaces

she hugged the convert
to finer vermouths and scarves
          yet 
                burning divisions 
                                            over

                              drainpipe confidences
                     
             curtails admixture jangles

                             from the wrist
                             the telltale dripping
                             of standing lost

                                       shattered a sideswipe      




In Search Of


enzyme underling reaches
happiness annihilation mediators
              outspread
                              shavings cluster

                   its own tautology

                             cannot release 

                                      lurid rhetoric 

                                            where braking 

                             *

swollen adobe surprised 
trill palms past the cigar song
prolonging the darkening                 topic

                   once creaking mildly

         when transforming
         their autumn gate dance
         from the heavy went

                    to shadow
                                     beginnings

                        sealed in the materializing 

                             *

between craven reasoning 
the urban thrombosis choir 
waxed where their shifters

               furnished the tableau
               reverberating introduction
the thunderstruck slanted
      against sure parka longitude
              despite stagecoach instructions

                    emanating grifters
                    bouncing for a dead envelope

                                                 monetarily bulging




 Gone Psychic



subgum illusion tracer
no courier tilled the basin mix
nor 

     a stilled hypotenuse
     riding the retro crux in style

          the rains crane
          wet-necked cribagge sticks

     reek aplomb
     regaining its nether post
     new vision declared

          a sublminal envy curtain

               curtailed

                             happenstance remission

                   hinting at raincoat
                   exposure and rosary factory outlets
                   lovebeads canned
                                                 ova buttoned

          loose origin persuasion
          pineal from a vacant forehead

                           erasing    
                           past futures for one
                                              present     




3 comments:

  1. Wonderful poems. Great flowing images. And ...

    the rains crane
    wet-necked cribbage sticks

    Yes!

    ReplyDelete
  2. Glad you're back in the literary world.

    ReplyDelete