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...

Dry

Imagine a man
strangled to reach
your bare wet branch
for a drink,

A drop of water
screaming out
of it's mind!

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