GRANT FRASER

Freshman - 780 Points (JUNE 7 1964 / ABERDEEN)

Out Of This World - Poem by GRANT FRASER

We've all got
horns really,

that's something
you have to accept
internally and infernally,

that the demons
in all of us,

are just,

goodness with
a questionable crust,

here ignite
your halo of light,
preying red,

you'll have to
dig up the dead
person you once were,

and kick it,
beat it - whip it,

realise that everything
that you once were is dead!
stone, immobile,

just some flashing images running along
a hall,

echoing....

sometimes your affections are all wrong,

in fact most of you,
are not even affected
at all,

your just sponge
seeping up all the crap
they throw at you,

and to get tears...

they have to wring you,
bring you,
back from the brink,

with all the material
that they defend as -

'out of this world! '


Comments about Out Of This World by GRANT FRASER

  • Rookie - 37 Points Colleen Courtney (5/6/2014 9:49:00 AM)

    Hmm...an interesting poem. I like. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 6, 2014

Poem Edited: Tuesday, May 6, 2014


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