9.53pm. Poem by GRANT FRASER

9.53pm.



Every poem different
each word out of it's
mysterious clear box,

a word somebody else
finds ridiculously funny,

might just hit you,

I mean, are you serious?

and have you lived enough,
to know the weight,

if not,

maybe you should just
bury every little word now,

rich or poor.

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