GRANT FRASER Poems

All those mind bending nights,
out of one's tree,
and at complete liberty to free
float out of the trapped mind,
...

Just your beautiful big
pouting heavy lips,

Moist in their entirety,
...

What about the man who
couldn't learn anything,

And had to arrive at the exact
...

He's not a poet,
but he is...

They're not true
...

You eat an eyeball - right?

Vision...
...

Hey look at my suit
of pink armour!

I mean that's what I am,
...

My God!
the dog thinks
I am the Devil!
...

What's this thing -
that's not quite right,
or is supposed to be?
...

I often wonder
what world your in,
or if your anywhere
near here...
...

'Dont ask
for beauty
in the garden
of ugliness's...'
...