GRANT FRASER Poems

I've always
been partly poet
which is never enuf!
incompleteness,
...

Another goes up
and who know's
where it lands,
...

Your going to have to crawl
up, out of the grave..

If I'm to finally, face you!
...

What do
til your dead,
if your not already?
...

(for Verlaine and Plath)

Ever looked up a woman's
fanny,
...

I had to look
you up, and couldn't
find the right thing
to think me along, in
...

Words I don't even
think I've got enough left
to wipe my behind with,
...

The heart
wet,
shiny too,
exusable
...

I got to get to the salty seas,
you seize, you see,
gotta get, gotta try,
got ta
...

Think of a door
opening,
yet none appear,
then we must vanish
...