Silver Star - 3,265 Points (JUNE 7 1964 / ABERDEEN)

Umbilical - Poem by GRANT FRASER

And how often
do you leave
the planet,

I mean have
you been out

outside the body,

left your brain
back in the lobby?

once I get away
from you, corporeal,

ditch the
sperm factory,

it's like I never
was, what I was,

imagine all those
cables of choice,

pretentious resolver,

society the big
hidden quiet pervert,

wants you to watch
this space,

infinite cash flow,

I know...
I know...

it's all about choice,

or what you are,
and who you were...

they don't need dice,

it's an outcome,

and you will surrender
your honour,
for the sacred vacuum!

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Poem Submitted: Friday, November 22, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, November 22, 2013

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