Treasure Island

GRANT FRASER

(JUNE 7 1964 / ABERDEEN)

5.35. Digital Green


There's me gowned up
with so much to think about...

So I shave,

And when I sneeze
a long silvery lace
dangles from my upper lip,

As the mirror reflects
back like some hesitant
photographer,

Switching on the tap
isn't easy,
everything is rushing
down the sink into somewhere...

Submitted: Saturday, April 13, 2013
Edited: Friday, October 04, 2013

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

What do you think this poem is about?



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

improve

Comments about this poem (5.35. Digital Green by GRANT FRASER )

Enter the verification code :

There is no comment submitted by members..
[Hata Bildir]