The god awful weather <br />in this city could <br />drive a man to despair, <br /> <br />feathery wet stuff, <br />and lot's of other things <br />going on inside, <br /> <br />the god awful idea <br />of nothing is my circumspect, <br /> <br />that the god awful world <br />godless that it is, <br />presents itself as usual, <br /> <br />empty in places, lassitudes <br />that have no thunder! <br />and that the loud noise, <br />is the tremulous being, <br />afraid to hear the silent <br />definition of it's own pain, <br /> <br />so the ear doesn't quite hear, <br />like it formerly did... <br /> <br />and the gods, well they're <br />everywhere, as far as I can see, <br /> <br />the men who construct it all around <br />us, the great beneficiaries of escape, <br /> <br />corporations that have made <br />a chicken factory out of heads, <br /> <br />the location of the untimely <br />original idea, a kind of laughable <br />partly dead thing that seizes <br />the inner part of you, <br /> <br />fancy that, that any thought you have, <br />is so much more real, and true, <br />and hangs there, <br /> <br />a thought balloon, is not so funny! <br /> <br />yours especially, <br /> <br />the true unexplored vast stretches, <br />that free up the mind, <br /> <br />going... <br />where are we going, <br />most importantly? , <br /> <br />but towards the avalanche! <br /> <br />the whole roof of thinking <br />will no doubt, cave in one day, <br /> <br />for the better - we hope...<br /><br />GRANT FRASER<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/weather-51/
