GRANT FRASER

Bronze Star - 2,159 Points (JUNE 7 1964 / ABERDEEN)

GRANT FRASER Poems

281. Skin 5/4/2015
282. Slow Exposure 6/17/2015
283. Sock Hole 7/3/2014
284. Soft Strut... 11/4/2014
285. Something Real Instead... 10/15/2015
286. Sometimes, Something... 5/24/2014
287. Sonata In E Flat Major, Op.81a - 'Les Adieux' 2/20/2014
288. Squeezed 5/23/2016
289. Still Life... 6/14/2015
290. Still Writing 11/11/2013
291. Stone City 3/18/2014
292. Struggle Modern 3/16/2013
293. Struggling With Words 9/26/2013
294. Stuck 3/29/2013
295. Study For Two People, Next Morning... 5/28/2013
296. Suicide Jumper At Union Terrace 8/27/2013
297. Summer Sphere 4/16/2013
298. Sunday Stint 11/8/2015
299. Synopsis 4/12/2014
300. Table Mats 3/17/2013
301. Tagged 10/1/2014
302. Take 5 3/27/2016
303. Take Five 1/8/2014
304. Texts And Subtexts 4/16/2013
305. That Little Bit... 3/16/2013
306. That's All Folks! 12/16/2013
307. The 7/31/2013
308. The **** 2/27/2014
309. The Big Black 10/3/2013
310. The Bookcase 4/22/2013
311. The Capuchin Crypt 8/4/2015
312. The Clock Threw It's Arms Around You... 3/17/2014
313. The Diagnostics Of Self Truth 3/29/2013
314. The End Of Real... 3/31/2014
315. The Eye 4/22/2013
316. The Forbidden Zone 8/13/2013
317. The Guilt Trip 7/24/2013
318. The Human Stink 1/8/2015
319. The Mepoty Voices 8/11/2015
320. The Neighbourhood 5/20/2014
Best Poem of GRANT FRASER

Before Night Falls...

I can't quite describe
the way they dragged
those sacks
of weightless carcasses
around, their floppy crevices,
hairy dead vaginal lips
&
shrunken penises,

a mass of dislocated
body parts and taut faces,
confounded genitalia!

yet to run back again,
and thrust your entire
self against it,
the dead grainy B&W
dead film of time,
always close beside us,
like your brain,
and the gaping hole
in your head,
lying there like a cold
blue omellete,
on the grass, beside you...

as if one could feed or feel
a ...

Read the full of Before Night Falls...

My True Aim Is Pluto

What a shame it's just
what you'd expect...

As ten hundred thousand
dreams are dreaming,
these card board cut
out things, they just
suspend you for a time,

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