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Brentley Frazer — Wed, 18 Feb 2009 11:22:31 -0000

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The Elite Corporation by Brentley Frazer

Brentley Frazer — Mon, 05 Nov 2007 16:24:35 -0000

Behind me a Tortured World by Brentley Frazer

Brentley Frazer — Mon, 05 Nov 2007 16:24:35 -0000

brentley.VS.burroughs by Brentley Frazer

Brentley Frazer — Mon, 05 Nov 2007 13:19:22 -0000

Tuesday Commuter by Brentley Frazer

Brentley Frazer — Mon, 05 Nov 2007 12:57:33 -0000

Documents of Infinite Falsehood by Brentley Frazer

Brentley Frazer — Mon, 05 Nov 2007 12:57:29 -0000

Experimental Robot 23 by Brentley Frazer

Brentley Frazer — Mon, 05 Nov 2007 12:57:28 -0000

Tha Apple of my Eye by Brentley Frazer

Brentley Frazer — Mon, 05 Nov 2007 12:57:27 -0000

Mystic Suitcase by Brentley Frazer

Brentley Frazer — Mon, 05 Nov 2007 12:57:27 -0000

LISTERINE ON SKINNED KNEES

Brentley Frazer — Sat, 03 Nov 2007 04:41:17 -0000

Your whale tethered to a pier is
symbol of the difference between
our generations, this process of
being that fosters experience,
this treacle dimension in which
the unknown discovers itself.

It’s gotten thinner this syrup,
since you ran for your brother
showing the discovery, the dead
docked mammal knocking its skull
on the pylons. You didn’t mention
it but I could imagine the shrieking
of children, the squeak of swings,
the fact that you could back then
still see lobsters in the rock ponds,
an octopus in the shadows of the jetty.

Where are we going now my friend?

All of us I mean, billions on a
pebble soaring through a void,
circling one another as gulls
around a jellyfish on the sand;
why do you now cower in the shadow
of the other, under the tongue of
the mirror self, soft as the incest
of wings, the summer when you first
loved? I remember as though yesterday
pouring Listerine™ on my sister’s
skinned knees and the way they
continued to bleed through her
stockings at church. She screamed so
the neighbour looked over our fence,
yet the world turns on, none-the-less.

First Published by Cordite Magazine
CORDITE ISSUE #26