GRANT FRASER

(JUNE 7 1964 / ABERDEEN)

Self's Storm could be the true meaning...


After years,
one must construct
a tidal wave of one's own,

Then gather up
the required momentum,
to crush the whole implant
of want, out of the way...

To have left a scratch
is something...

While eternity sits nowhere,
or rebounds off your face!

Or parked at a table
beside a corn flakes box,

and thinks adroitly
over the emptiness of must,

One cannot bear to go -

Up and then down...
Up and then down...

At random,

So hoist one leg aside,
This is where the hurricane
will come out,

One must prepare to offer
up something else,

Let the mind leap
out over itself,

Or at least trip over,

The death of all action,

Eating mouths...

Submitted: Tuesday, August 13, 2013
Edited: Friday, August 23, 2013

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