GRANT FRASER

Freshman - 997 Points (JUNE 7 1964 / ABERDEEN)

Who Cares... - Poem by GRANT FRASER

And when I'm coming down
again, at the thought of it,

I didn't sense the purpose
of the Sun, filling me up
with a radiant love,

Struck with blind whims,
mulling over old things,
used to think I could make
the world sing out anew,

Words, don't really mean
anything, until you address
them:

'love is a standard - leaping
out of the window, of yr heart! '

And when I'm flying thru the sky
or the hoop, Bah-Japa-Rappa-Papa!
just a few more bricks
how can the world exist?

We'll make that board meeting
at ten then, everybody can do
what they like, but I'll do
the lying...

Skin of the grape
a kernal
approval
cash mixed with honour
as soon as the bloods dry
that's what I like...
But just who is that coming now -

riding on a tiger...

R-i-d-i-n-g- o-n- a- t-i-g-e-r...

In the shadow of cities,
where I've slaughtered my brain
senseless, crying, what am i doing
here, where am I going...

And like a man half attempting
to run away, hid in perpetual
booziness, fleeting moments,

Great sophistication, of modernity
eating into me like a thousand
posh buildings, chewing me with
their bricks - ah! the shame of failure!

A black chandelier rattling underneath
my hair, that crashes down beneath
my breast,

well I got up today,
felt sticky with thought,
my breath stinking still
from drinking 'Old Rosie! '

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 17, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, October 2, 2013


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