Yeah a skin, this skin, <br />pare another, <br />so the frames of living <br />at least <br />are seen to be <br />somewhere? <br /> <br />like a blank mantle <br />shortly after <br />the mind shuts down, <br /> <br />and the poetry of four <br />walls are left there, bare, <br />where are they... <br /> <br />christ - have a thought, <br />yeah...life isn't that interesting <br />second by second, to minute, hour, <br />day, life time... <br /> <br />or toilet roll, <br />and a red & white <br />half squeezed tube of toothpaste, <br />frozen on a shelf, <br /> <br />for you to spread out, <br />a new white domain, glaciar! <br />smell of peppermint, <br /> <br />with a blood drip, <br />so red, <br />period! <br />why not - yes, <br />and a crimson red cushion, <br />slightly crumpled, <br />by a body, freshly left... <br /> <br />oh! but it is torn, <br />and last night, <br />hopping around at 2.00AM, <br /> <br />CURSING OUT LOUD - FOUR LETTER WORDS! <br /> <br />****! ****! ****! ****! <br /> <br />alone with shapes <br />scattering along floors, <br />in all four corners, <br /> <br />even 400mg of Ibruprofen, <br />couldn't kill it! <br /> <br />or a host of firm erections, <br /> <br />when the night is all yours <br />and painfully mean, <br /> <br />just waiting patiently for <br />the whole thing to go away, <br /> <br />hands prayered between <br />firm warm thighs, <br /> <br />blood beating!<br /><br />GRANT FRASER<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/long-night-9/
