The April Selected Poet is
John Frazee
Please feel free to email John at: johnfrazeexxx@yahoo.com
PRE-EMBRYOTIC
My memories are just not what they use to be
They are shells, as they seem empty and shallow
I feel creating false ones fail me in the end
I see yesterday, why can’t I see tomorrow?
Memorabilia does little to help my quest
When digging further into my distant past
As my surroundings seem less and less familiar
I now find even the present is fading fast
Deep within my earliest reminiscences
I hope my next thought will not sound too neurotic
Because it shook me when I came to realize
My first recollections were pre-embryotic
A DELICATE BALANCE
As I watch my future slowly unfold like a cheap dime store novel
Trying to retain my equilibrium, trying to stay in line
A scene I’ve witnessed many times before, with a clarity unmatched
Sitting silently in my own waste of misused time and rancid wine
Things that have happened and things that will has always been a two way street
From where I stand I can actually see the future and the past
So if the time line seems confusing, you have only Einstein to blame
If my future prospects don’t soon improve, I’m not sure that I can last
It’s not that prospects down the road look more difficult then they are now
But the laws dictating weights and measures keep on tipping to one side
Being tossed and turned by the scales of justice, I feel I must conclude
When I end up where I think I’m going, I want Virgil as my guide
In finding order where none existed is a Herculean task
It’s like living on the casino floor and playing a game of chance
The cards have been dealt, the wheel is spinning and the dice are in the air
For life is like that I have heard, it remains a delicate balance
THE HALLOW
Long before we became a country
At which time we were known as a kingdom
There existed places such as this
We would approach with a lack of wisdom
Be they meek or strong, fearful or bold
The high and the mighty made offerings
Children feared to tread upon this soil
As did the animals who know of such things
Shadows would still shake men to the bone
They’d drop to their knees and pray for their soul
Pleading out loud to the powers that be
Avoiding damnation, their life long goal
Looking back I try to remember
When fear of the gods became so shallow
Exactly at what moment in time
Did the hollow become the hallow
John Frazee resides in Boynton Beach, FL, USA (temporarily). He also resides under the impression, that like the infinite number of monkeys at the infinite number of typewriters, someday he will accidentally create something worthwhile. He relies on you humans to evaluate the results of this experiment.
John has been published in Skyline Magazine, OMNI magazine, Death Head Grin and Aphelion.
Besides being a poet, John is an accomplished artist. You can see John's artwork HERE and HERE