A Stain... Poem by GRANT FRASER

I've got to make sure
my stain stays in tact,
it's simple as that!

if you haven't got one,
then,
have another look at yourself,
and get one...

it's so important,
after all the daily grind,
and somehow - the illogicalness,
of hoping somebody will truly
see you for what you are,

after all the ducking & diving,
the big big plans,
all the crystalisations close
at hand,

or jumping in and out
of each others a******s!

and that the cartoon world
would let you out,
not a chance...

but that stain more important
than your actual name sake,

starving at the crux
of the eternal unknown,
tearing the wind away like
fake tinsel!

and your savage non interference,
the great advantage,
or dying by each shattered second,
how beautiful!

all those infinite nails sailing
through your blood stream...
they just sail off
at the other end,
and miss whatever it is, it is...

so let the blessed stain
remain,
you can reinforce it with
similar premise,

sink into things right up
there in front of you,
all the broken hearted laws
of time are weeping!

and the stain is like a
heavy stone in the dark,
that juts out
and beats you...

every time, so divine!

spend your moons trying
to move or make sense of
all the beautiful ugliness
in the world?

and that I might kiss
your stain,
or find a way in,
on this most remote
planetary face...