GRANT FRASER (JUNE 7 1964 / ABERDEEN)
Poem kicked in the teeth
Ever kicked a poem in the teeth,
yeah! clean in the mouth!
He's not that pristine, isn't he,
And well - she's just dirty too!
I can't touch the words when there's
fingerprints and everything is manifold,
Maybe it's because I haven't found any
new ones, that can still convince me,
that I am literally alive, or about to
give birth to something...
This pregnancy is all wrong or I simply
don't understand anything?
So I kicked (my) poem in the teeth - okay?
(maybe I'll get up later and see if your
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