Treasure Island

GRANT FRASER

(JUNE 7 1964 / ABERDEEN)

Becoming...


You need new skin
don't you,
something to get into...

Somewhere you can gaze
out from,

This Is all wrong somehow,
or doesn't fit?

And they keep
coming back
with their arms
filled with poems,

We've been
away picking them...

Leave them over there,
I say...

God I need to burn
much more than i thought,

This is not even the tip
of a tongue,
that exposed itself
to that awe in language,

Where is the nude Fire,
of poets blazing now?

I don't know how to come
clean, my thought seems unreal,

Can I have your skin?

It's young and fresh,
like a new born daisy!

Your just eh! a bit mad?

I would gladly wear you,
transform again,

With the courage to cast
a hook into the very
depth of your mind,

But most carefully...

Submitted: Thursday, April 11, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, October 08, 2013

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  • Aria Siren (4/11/2013 12:15:00 PM)

    Wow. I love the perspective this is written from. It is beautifully written with lovely visuals and unique style. Excellent piece! (Report) Reply

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