GRANT FRASER

Bronze Star - 2,201 Points (JUNE 7 1964 / ABERDEEN)

The Sex - Poem by GRANT FRASER

What the red vein,

that piece of machinery,

in search of unheard
of places,

activates and
reactivate,

for the sake of it,

carries you along,

the streets, enrobed,

searches for a missing
fold,

ten
hundred
thousand
million
billion
trillion

wires -

enervating,

inside
the minute
box of thought
in you...

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, May 17, 2014

Poem Edited: Saturday, May 17, 2014


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