10 hundred hearbeats <br />later, <br />death related, <br />knowledge unavailing, <br /> <br />all self deviance equal, <br /> <br />what today <br />is called <br />either partially <br />aloat, <br />or cast into <br />the obligatory, <br /> <br />some stifled sinking sigh! <br /> <br />I know, not what - <br />it is, if not drinking? <br />or the art of swallowing... <br /> <br />thirsts that overflow, <br />claw out my heart, loins, <br />and throat! <br /> <br />growling distemper, <br /> <br />every different kind <br />of cloak one can procure, <br /> <br />hold on fast, when unsure, <br /> <br />a scam of poorly pearls, <br />vomited into my palm, <br /> <br />that I can steal light <br />at the drop <br />of some excruciating <br />atom of self pain! <br /> <br />beautiful and floored <br />by <br />the smile <br />under <br />the blue <br />vial <br />of some <br />predestined <br />cream coloured thread <br />of elastication <br /> <br />popping out <br />like a hanged man! <br /> <br />I can <br />I am <br /> <br />one lost dangling <br />improbability, <br /> <br />oh! sweet saliva pit!<br /><br />GRANT FRASER<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/drowning-preferred/
