GRANT FRASER Poems

Today in the
streets of empty,
well almost,
the occasional
...

She was the king
of the castle,
but looked partly
androgynous,
...

The sea water
lapped over a flat rock
and so clear, that
a sheer sense of clarity
...

Got up, opened curtains,
drew back blinds,
so our Kumquats
and Lemons,
...

I need a cure for your -

No! We know what to do...
...

It's true
and the poetry
bit comes away
in my fingers,
...

The cowboy shirt
at the side of me
on a hook,
hangs just a tid,
...

I wonder if there
are things we don't
see connected up
to what we are,
...

We are dead
or may be deader
than we realise,
...

looks like it's dead,
with it's shutters
clean open - wide!
...