Veteran Poet - 1,419 Points (JUNE 7 1964 / ABERDEEN)

Cheating Time - Poem by GRANT FRASER

or dying,

more to the fact,

it was the word
that got all cross
eyed on me,

when you attempt
to say something
all of your own,

or make a connection
with your mind,

blood squirting!

balls sinking...

did you see that?

eternal trespass...

whatever you dig up,
and doesn't matter
what you got,
because you know
the world is all a lie,

a huge metamorphic
coloured triumphant
radiant - lie!

I could try,
just to pull through...

taste the
embers of
I haven't
the guts
to say,

and there's
nothing coming
out of my mouth


so I go one way
the same one we
all go,

cheating the moment
is everything....

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