Veteran Poet - 1,419 Points (JUNE 7 1964 / ABERDEEN)

Bury It My Self - Poem by GRANT FRASER

very quick,
or throwing
up between
the arch
of my bellowing

then doubling back,

the word

as my punishment...

thing is,
you will look
like you look,
whether you look
or not...

and once I bury
you again,

then dig you up...

I know it's my bone,

no point in living
without some kind of chore,

I know?
but I don't know...

I know?
but I don't know...

any more...

Saliva dribbling...

Comments about Bury It My Self by GRANT FRASER

  • Gold Star - 17,214 Points Bri Edwards (2/12/2014 4:02:00 PM)

    i think you gave at least a part of it away at the last line. but i still don't get the whole thing. oh well, no need. it was 'interesting to say the least.
    i had a similar chore (to the poet i mean) to make life 'worth' living; i was a u.s.postal service clerk. now poetry is one of my 'chores'/enjoyments/reasons-for-living. thanks for sharing.
    bri :) (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, February 1, 2014

Poem Edited: Monday, February 17, 2014

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