GRANT FRASER

(JUNE 7 1964 / ABERDEEN)

Hammered


Yes...

hammer the keys
so that I
might feel it,

more...

that decisive
thing rolling
around inside...

out...

grasp this and that,
while your at it,

what?

punch the bit
we shan't get to,

mystery?

blooter the whole
door in,

sore,

roll on the floor,
naked, a bit more,

submit,

in shards of words
that stick like glass,

pleasured,

your tattoo scratches
of insignificance,

name incinerated,

should they last,
more than anything
you write or say,

a testimony...

for self's eternity...
and nothing more!

Submitted: Tuesday, March 04, 2014
Edited: Tuesday, March 04, 2014

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