Button Fist Poem by GRANT FRASER

Button Fist



There was a cloud
all alone
which had an unusual
shape
and stood out
in the great big
blue,
just two days
past, on Friday...

I took a photo
flanked by
a grey pillar,
'Exhibit A',
but the time
of day,
and Justice
not quite there,
didn't capture
it fully!

later on,
I uploaded,
even felt something,
A remoteness...

A moment
captured,
perhaps?

or like everything
else,
fleeting,
even a heart cheating,
because life will not lift,
you out of all this,
or disappear!

death is not a fixture
for us to revere what's left?

or That That cloud
might just reappear,

doppelganger
of nimbus,

Consciousness brushes
you through the trapdoor,
then disappears...

A tape recording - Cupid!

Tuesday, November 15, 2016
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