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

Twix - Poem by GRANT FRASER

Imagine the death
of me,
with a bit of Twix
hanging from my mouth,

without ever
finding Jesus,


Or Buddha,

why would ah!

it's just about
the meaning inside

or any moment in time,

the pain
of what goes on
has frosted our
idea of anything
bigger or forgiving,

I just try to
forgive myself
for having lived...

and all the living
things I have ate,
eat me up,
somewhere when I am
more than aware,

a sort of carniverous

couldn't live on
but would if i Had

my thoughts of anything
more profound
have already run out
on me,

I'm just one of those
things hanging out
there in daylight,
midnight air,

wishing for a care
to jump out and eat me...

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 28, 2014

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