GRANT FRASER

Veteran Poet - 1,097 Points (JUNE 7 1964 / ABERDEEN)

GRANT FRASER Poems

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

The Capuchin Crypt

We followed
in the footsteps
of the Marquis De Sade,

We didn't poison
or whip anybody though,

it was in the Capuchin
crypt,

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