GRANT FRASER Poems

Mrs Mctavish
I heard today was dead,
Now she's went to heaven
to join her fat stinky tomcat
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The ships outside my window
wait, and all the weight is where
I am, behind white slats,
thinking of other ways to break
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Washing windows
in the windy sun,
proper things,
thinking like an early
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The red trees
dancing in the wind,
look at us!
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Only a specific kind of robot
will understand this robot,

the sky, maybe another word
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From 100 or so hits, to none,
What do i expect from words then,
That they are embedded and refuse to go,
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Dear Poets, Friends and Watchers,

It's true I've turned my attention
to the Camera idea too,
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I tried to stop
them,
the kids
from across
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Imagine the death
of me,
with a bit of Twix
hanging from my mouth,
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I'm heading
out of myself,
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