Silver Star - 3,332 Points (JUNE 7 1964 / ABERDEEN)

Drowning - Poem by GRANT FRASER

Damn it, damn this Hunter,
I keep losing it before I

Maybe I'm glad though,

things should get lost more

I need to get lost - I know that,

get lost - get lost,

throw your words down onto
the ground,

your misspent hours trying to
serve it up wise,

I'm just stupid I tell him,

look at this word, I got,
it's got absolutely nothing
to do with me...

so I found it, long ago,
next thing you know, I'm nurturing
this little tiny thing that's
supposed to bring culture forth
and great meaning to the world,

And somehow, right now, I just
want to kill it inside, put it out
of it's unequivocal misery!

poor words that I saved for a rainy
day, in my stinky little paw,

God me help me, God help us all,
for punching holes in water,

the moment you do it, the best
part fills up again - and again...

drowning in here though, seems by
far the best place to do it...

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Comments about Drowning by GRANT FRASER

  • Wahab Abdul (5/20/2013 10:26:00 AM)

    wow, very touching poem indeed with high class craft.. love it (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 20, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, September 10, 2013

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