freckled face

today my amaryllis bloomed orange

dotted with red.

today is the first day of a war.

on tv, a soldier with green and beige spots said,

“they honestly think it’s an honour to die for their country

and we’re going to give them the opportunity.”

it’s an honour for him too, I hear.

when I sleep I dream of children

splattered with blood,

the amaryllis

big as a freckled face

jan. 16, 1991

Laurie Fraser’s Answer to Steve Forbert’s Toast to a Midsummer Evening.



Laurie Fraser’s Answer to Steve Forbert’s Toast to a Midsummer Evening.

Here’s to fat women eating large ice cream cones

nattering past my bedroom window.

Here’s to vicious baseball games,

a drive to nowhere,

hot bars,

sweaty women.

Here’s to Mr. Alcoholic dead at 2 a.m.



banging his wife.

Here’s to two litters of kittens in the kitchen.

Here’s to bags of charcoal and pot and Cheezies,

butterflies over the tiny uncut lawn,

old songs on the radio.

Here’s to noisy, bossy kids,

heat in my days

love in my ways

D.Q. on my waist.


Living in Mechanicsville in the 80s

Aidy Lady

Aidy Lady




Wash the damn clothes

Fry the bacon


Kiss him good morning

Retch on the way out

Hey Lady

Aidy Lady

You’re married and you love him.


Look Luke

The house is burning


Find another.

Crawl in,

Oh Fat One,

and make it a home.

Fat, Fat

To the laundrymat.


Tonight he wants roast

The dog craps on the floor

And the Aidy Lady cries.


He’ll be horny

Think he was borny horny

Fat asks,

“This is love?”

No, crow,

But don’t look for something better

You’ll never find it

Life’s behind it

Never ever find it.






The king’s anger quakes the earth,

buries men alive, splits women open.

Soil-scented pleasures

inflicted by him, mud-wet

treasures and swords

belong to him.

He planned it all out as a boy

on a pile of dirt

in his friend’s driveway.