GRANT FRASER

Freshman - 992 Points (JUNE 7 1964 / ABERDEEN)

GRANT FRASER Poems

241. Scribbling On A Hook 3/17/2013
242. Secrets Playing Like Films 3/12/2013
243. Self Errand 4/26/2013
244. Self Image 7/3/2014
245. Self's Storm Could Be The True Meaning... 8/13/2013
246. Sextant 2/1/2014
247. Ship Ahoy! 5/7/2014
248. Shut Down & Showered 5/28/2014
249. Silence Is Court 4/6/2013
250. Simple To Be 11/1/2013
251. Skin 5/4/2015
252. Slow Exposure 6/17/2015
253. Sock Hole 7/3/2014
254. Soft Strut... 11/4/2014
255. Sometimes, Something... 5/24/2014
256. Sonata In E Flat Major, Op.81a - 'Les Adieux' 2/20/2014
257. Squeezed... 2/25/2015
258. Still Life... 6/14/2015
259. Still Writing 11/11/2013
260. Stone City 3/18/2014
261. Struggle Modern 3/16/2013
262. Struggling With Words 9/26/2013
263. Stuck 3/29/2013
264. Study For Two People, Next Morning... 5/28/2013
265. Suicide Jumper At Union Terrace 8/27/2013
266. Summer Sphere 4/16/2013
267. Synopsis 4/12/2014
268. Table Mats 3/17/2013
269. Tagged 10/1/2014
270. Take Five 1/8/2014
271. Texts And Subtexts 4/16/2013
272. That Little Bit... 3/16/2013
273. That's All Folks! 12/16/2013
274. The 7/31/2013
275. The **** 2/27/2014
276. The Big Black 10/3/2013
277. The Bookcase 4/22/2013
278. The Clock Threw It's Arms Around You... 3/17/2014
279. The Diagnostics Of Self Truth 3/29/2013
280. The End Of Real... 3/31/2014
Best Poem of GRANT FRASER

Before Night Falls...

I can't quite describe
the way they dragged
those sacks
of weightless carcasses
around, their floppy crevices,
hairy dead vaginal lips
&
shrunken penises,

a mass of dislocated
body parts and taut faces,
confounded genitalia!

yet to run back again,
and thrust your entire
self against it,
the dead grainy B&W
dead film of time,
always close beside us,
like your brain,
and the gaping hole
in your head,
lying there like a cold
blue omellete,
on the grass, beside you...

as if one could feed or feel
a ...

Read the full of Before Night Falls...

Expressive Rays

I want to impress
the invisible stinking
nowhereness of life,

Balanced outside
near a lamppost
with icy disposition,

I want to depress

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