One Of My Pictures Poem by GRANT FRASER

God help us
I haven't even got time
to think of you...

come think of it,
I just spent mine
working far far away
on the horizon of some
distant place,

It was my face, first,
then yours,

we are probably deAd, already?

THE CLOCK HAS TO BURN!

we turn for the worse,
not the better,

you have to admit that...

I poise until the worm
in my loin turns,

my heart - I said - stop!

I did,

said, don't beat - like that,
excitedly!

then the picture of the whole
world turns funny,

all they want to do is make money,
because there's nothing else as
good to make...

I have a serious part,
but nobody ever buys it...

YOU ARE TOO MUCH
FOR ALL OF IT,

I mean what do you
get when your out of sight,

in your little tiny head,

and the greatness eats
you up, with it,

smashed in the face
by nothing!