Treasure Island

GRANT FRASER

(JUNE 7 1964 / ABERDEEN)

A following...


Your alienation,
through the sweated
plight of fashion,

that transcends the
streets of all flowing,

nebulous heart beats,

women your wearing the
streets out,

and your mesmerised
struck faces - thereabouts,

I mean all I can do now,

is kiss your feet,

breathe in their stink
like some unbecoming bet,

odds is...

Submitted: Friday, December 06, 2013
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