There's something <br />about the plug hole, <br />that vital inner place, <br /> <br />while everything <br />plaintively dies, <br /> <br />the plug hole, <br /> <br />this place is absolutely <br />everyone's at some moment in time, <br /> <br />I mean - it's sucked away - away, <br /> <br />and so dry on the high street <br />of furtive eyes, <br /> <br />trying to shake out some idea, <br /> <br />that the clock is turning back, <br /> <br />or that love is here and finally <br />rehearsing, <br /> <br />yes, the mind squats close to <br />the plug hole, <br />trying not to feel the vital <br />force - <br /> <br />of gravity pulling on it, <br /> <br />not I! not this, not yet! <br /> <br />but off course, there is courage, <br /> <br />for you to scream out still, <br /> <br />ah! love, when did you ever love <br />anybody or everybody, anything, <br /> <br />all at once, <br /> <br />the word spun from your very lips <br />and skimmed through the air, <br />without resound or rebound, <br /> <br />fell empty among a horde <br />of weary feet, <br /> <br />I caught the face, the look, <br />of another's self torture, <br />but didn't feel it! <br /> <br />inabilities to feel, <br />is what I feel i must have, <br /> <br />long range pursuit to the end <br />of my years, <br /> <br />and of course - the plug hole, <br /> <br />will be our equality, <br /> <br />when it's all over...<br /><br />GRANT FRASER<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-plug-hole/
