GRANT FRASER Poems

The best part is
is the bit you
can't get your head
around,
...

Sticking up out
out of ground
in a most prophetic
way,
...

The headphones
recharger,
scribbly B&W
white mat,
...

Whether it be neurons
of docility,

simplicity
...

Your ability to rule
everything has destroyed
us,
...

I.
...

Ear wax
a residue

are you listening
...

Standing gazing
at my legs
in mirror
of changing
...

Your ability to rule
everything has destroyed
us,
...

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