GRANT FRASER

Veteran Poet - 1,097 Points (JUNE 7 1964 / ABERDEEN)

GRANT FRASER Poems

321. Wandered Lonely As A Clown... 12/17/2013
322. Warmer Places 4/22/2013
323. Watching Words 12/1/2014
324. We Are In Space... 12/22/2013
325. We Exist On Anything... 2/10/2014
326. West 1/27/2015
327. What Kind Of Compass Is That? 1/7/2014
328. What To Do... 1/7/2015
329. Where I Live... 1/7/2014
330. Who Cares... 4/17/2013
331. Wick 6/17/2015
332. Wind Bro. 1/6/2014
333. Word Block 5/18/2013
334. Word Lash... 3/13/2014
335. Word Sponge 7/2/2014
336. Word Troubles 3/8/2014
337. Words Have Souls Too... 4/29/2013
338. Worth Killing Your Self 10/3/2013
339. X 7/1/2014
340. Yellow 6/15/2015
341. Yellow Button In The Blue 2/22/2014
342. Young Seal 2/10/2014
343. Your Little World 5/6/2014
344. Yule Log 12/21/2014
345. Yu-See-Aye-Do-See... 1/24/2014
346. Zebra 4/1/2014
Best Poem of GRANT FRASER

Before Night Falls...

I can't quite describe
the way they dragged
those sacks
of weightless carcasses
around, their floppy crevices,
hairy dead vaginal lips
&
shrunken penises,

a mass of dislocated
body parts and taut faces,
confounded genitalia!

yet to run back again,
and thrust your entire
self against it,
the dead grainy B&W
dead film of time,
always close beside us,
like your brain,
and the gaping hole
in your head,
lying there like a cold
blue omellete,
on the grass, beside you...

as if one could feed or feel
a ...

Read the full of Before Night Falls...

The Capuchin Crypt

We followed
in the footsteps
of the Marquis De Sade,

We didn't poison
or whip anybody though,

it was in the Capuchin
crypt,

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