GRANT FRASER Poems

After a while
it's all stripped,
until there's nothing
but the engine,
...

I've over done it again,
too much coffee
won't sleep good tonight,
and the poems will
...

Get up, in this or that
way, die secretly,

focusing
...

Word
rising
up!
...

A semi dimensional world
spreads through the eyes,
and a limited fold erupts
from people,
...

I want to be real,
but I still don't know
if I can truly feel - it?
...

One can forget who they
are, or where they are...

Once poetry infuses, and
...

I need a new word, I do,
One that eternally rushes
back,
Look! I missed you...
...

My God,
you've got all the fruit,
And I sense it almost
everywhere you go...
...

As I chip more off,
the nose is destroyed,
but I'll leave that just
as it is,
...