Treasure Island

GRANT FRASER

(JUNE 7 1964 / ABERDEEN)

A small stab at pain


What is pain
I continually ask myself
again and again,

For a kick off!
a fear of not believing
what the brain needs most,

Often at the dentists,
no freezing agents,
I mean can you handle it?
why yes, not any less excruciating,
than the everyday...

However I am not brave enough,
to know what the world has
in store for us, emotionally,
war in the world, murder, greed!

Until I sail across Chris's
paper global poster, pinned upon
the ceiling,

For what makes me weep most,
should be for those who serve
it up on platters,
all the cruelties and tortures
and God knows?

While fearlessness blows like
a strange empty wind,

Death and it's actors,
forever trying to be scary,

I would like to step inside
the very darkness of the mind,
this time, as we deserve some
kind of inclination,

But once the procedure is over
and the pain gone, I walk out
into the sun,

For self respect,
some inner warmth,
yet realise my lack of tact,

Eternity is going to gobble us
up eventually,

Go on then, stare at me as much
as you like,


As death waltzes round the sky,
without a care,

Therefore we have too lose so much
to truly win, I mean doesn't every
little thing on this planet bash
your head in?

What couldn't be realer than
all of the things that confound
you...

Pain, you wait and see,
I'll see to it, once could say,
that it suffers most from me,

Stick your finger up your ass,
a bodyscape,
now that's a human spell!

So much you can't escape it,
I mean there isn't much of
a difference between us,
like fish passing stool,

Pain the Sun is too bright
for in the mean time,
all non being = death,

And the wound a withered flower,
for your lapel

Submitted: Thursday, March 28, 2013
Edited: Saturday, April 06, 2013

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

What is pain,
I ask myself
again and again?

For a kick off!
a fear of not believing
what our brain needs most,

Sometimes at the dentist
no freezing agents,
I mean can you handle it?
why yes - sometimes...

But I'm not brave enough
to know what pain really is,

Until I sail across the paper
globe, pinned upon the ceiling,

what makes me weep most,
would be for those -
who serve it up daily in platters,
yet take nothing back for your selves,

While fearlessness blows like a strange
strong wind...

Death and all it's actors,
forever trying to be scary!
I would like to step inside
the very darkness of the mind,
this time, as we deserve some
kind of inclination,

But when the procedure is over,
and the pain gone,
I walk out into the Sun,

For self respect,
some inner warmth,
yet realise my lack
of insight,

Eternity is going to gobble
us all up anyway,

Go on - stare into me as much
as you like,

As death waltzes around the sky,
like an immense ballerina!

Therefore we have so much to truly
win, I mean you ever felt like bashing
your own head in, in spite of it?

What couldn't be realer than
the things that surround you,

Pain - you wait and see,
I'll see to it one day,
that it suffers like me,

Stick you finger up you own ass,
a bodyscape - now that's what I call
a human spell!

So much you can't get away from it,
I mean there isn't much of a difference
between us, like fish passing stool!

Pain - the Sun is too bright,
for in the mean time,
all non being = death,

And the wound a a withered
flower for your lapel

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