Treasure Island

GRANT FRASER

(JUNE 7 1964 / ABERDEEN)

Assuming Shape


The secret is here,
of course,
in extremity,

and pushing it further
and further...

Until you crash
into the mirror,
and hunch the fractured
being up, accept the hooks!

The veins so red and tired
inside,

Here is a snivelling animal,
washing in it's own blood,

A diamond has no shit in it's veins,

'But i do - i do - it says...'
and i eat and eat it,

Your self importance
is a corporate lock,
and the true key
is that painful moment,
when everything has
deserted and then
come back to you,

And you are bitterly alone,
and made to feel nowhere in time...

Submitted: Tuesday, March 26, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, March 27, 2013

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