GRANT FRASER Poems

Everything had turned
the same way,
and I quite heavy,
...

We followed
in the footsteps
of the Marquis De Sade,
...

I bought a poster
of Shelley,
at Keats's old house
in Rome,
...

I like it,
lick it for the time being,

I eat it
...

Haven't written in ages,
and the rages are dead - meat!

I am definitively disappearing
...

Gold - isn't that
some kind of escape,
from everything & everyone,
...

I drained three German beers
and couldn't get out of the seat,

the people looking very
...

It's not futility,

nor is it merely fashion,
...

I take coloured bits of card
left lying about,
and scribble middle of night clots,
skirmishes of thinking,
...

Give me that masterpiece,
and I will lick your shoes
for eternity, or at least
until I am dead...
...