GRANT FRASER

Bronze Star - 2,072 Points (JUNE 7 1964 / ABERDEEN)

GRANT FRASER Poems

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

Coming Second

Sometimes I half imagine
your already there,
or coming...

While I look away, for
seconds, as you undress,

At some point I'm ready to turn,
but not look directly...

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