Treasure Island

GRANT FRASER

(JUNE 7 1964 / ABERDEEN)

2 and a half *'s


I was not born
to direct thought,
as if true living
was one great big
sentimental movie,

NO!

NO!

NO!


I was born dead and I am
still trying to live or give,
whatever it is...

as close proxim.

Poems are just snippets
of life already lived,

and the only reward,
is the high falutin
feverish attempt,

To catch the mouse,
before it leaves the house,
all dressed up like a bigger rat,

Imagination -

trapped no less,
nor more,

for the better or worse...

Submitted: Sunday, February 02, 2014

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