GRANT FRASER

Freshman - 992 Points (JUNE 7 1964 / ABERDEEN)

Dry - Poem by GRANT FRASER

Imagine a man
strangled to reach
your bare wet branch
for a drink,

A drop of water
screaming out
of it's mind!

Look for Christ's
sake - please find another...

And you dying of a thirst,
that you barely conceived,

Then stumble along,
bash into things,

while a trillion necks stretch,
stretch - stretch forth,
like good elastic,

And drink down so fondly
the fast flowing screams...

Into mouths, like great big drums,

Violently gushing!

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, March 14, 2013



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