Invisible Poem by GRANT FRASER

And they laughed
out loud when
I said it regarding
some kind
of invisible all seeing eye,

or some hidden God,

I can see why
and yet I cannot
find anything,

nor does anyone
ever appear,
and say - Here...

or can you hear
what it is that makes
us feel like - lost tribes
or furtive soldiers,

listen!

I cannot hear anything,
only the imaginary screams,
dished out by the Media,

of what talks even louder,
a loud shrill of coloured
monetary paper,

so I rip through a wall
of skin, claw the imaginary
place inside the face,

and configure
the oasis of hair
and mouth
assembling words
like chairs,

go on,
arrest me with
some kind of newfangled
way of talking,

I am so bored,
with the visible...

willing so much
invincibility,

you need plenty of armour,
if you really want to spill
your mind, these days...