Painted Poem by GRANT FRASER

Down dismal clown
who sinks down
head subrmerged,
I can't breath
but I can read
the last words,

drowning in
rotten nonsense,
or in a sort
of shambolic clarity,

I loved the world
I didn't in no way
get down on the bare
ground though, and **** it!

painted like a face,
purple red black opaque,
all secrets displaced,
this is the kind of thing
we need on a wall poster...

legion of the shafted!

circus of addiction
the god of night & day,

oh! a circus of attachments,
will come your way,

SOON...

we are smiling idiots,
spaces's meaningless props,

shaping, whipping, grovelling,
spewing snorting flocking
hopping dropping knocking
gawking snarling cawking!

headful of straw?

going to stuff myself rotten...