GRANT FRASER Poems

The sleep deprived ill
defined moment buzzing
in your scope of moments
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Maybe in another
ten years or so
something poetical
within me, shall mature...
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Maybe in another
ten years or so
something poetical
within me, shall mature...
...

God help us
I haven't even got time
to think of you...
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Not a small enough
plate for my heart
should I eat it?
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Communication anywhichway

witchaway, thataway, a monstrous
tether, time for a breather, I don't
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I don't know what the trip is?

the man watching me.,
watching you,
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The smell of your own ****,
is your envelope of realness,
pity that we are just heads
stuck on torsos,
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You know I often
think of you
when I visit public
toilets -
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The beautiful red stress
strewn across my face,

took off my silver rimmed
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