Silver Star - 3,375 Points (JUNE 7 1964 / ABERDEEN)

Hands - Poem by GRANT FRASER

'What do I think I know
that I didn't know back then? ',

we do not,

and arms splash

in spite of

plummet off
that ledge
in your head,

stupidity & time
have defeated us,

what do we care if we
cannot take you
where you want to go,

and to what end...

eagerly awaiting,

drown out everything
until the clock drops
it's arms in disgust,

Oh! well!

or freezes
us in blue night,

attack self,

as if you
still can -

simply choose
when light will
go out! ,

flaws take us
dancing across

and all the idiot
things you've ever
thought or done,

such accomplices,

and as acheivements go,
words only tumble
like cripples now
some unassuming floor,

flag that one...

lick a cavity
envelope it
with light,

the dirty dinner
your true portrait,

is what get's shunted...

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 17, 2014

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