Today's Picture Poem by GRANT FRASER

I take a photo
in my brain,
of the moment;
where I am,
space flaking around me,

Sometimes it's the same,
just 24 hours later,
a week,
a snap of green toothbrush,
working against the yellowing
enamel,

An entire lifetime
broken into snippets,
memories and stains,

I started out to write
this twenty years ago,

Age has just superseded,
to remind me that I am
not really anywhere...
rather than closer to eternity,

While the world goes off
with all kinds of deathly colour,

People, children, all running...
for cover, from today's fresh air strike,

Missiles made and supplied near by,

I take a mental photo
and somehow know
it's not right,
or worthy of great insight,

That people can do that,
and that we're no different, really?

'The West' actually
kind of depresses me, it does,
all the great pretenders of industry;
and the blind who think's it's
their God given right,

I take another photo of me,
not doing anything bout it,
but complaining and writing this,

If I don't drop down dead,
my death bed scenario
will be painfully epic.

'YOU LIVED AND LIVED
AND LIVED AND LIVED
AND LIVED AND LIVED
AND LIVED AND LIVED'

THEN DIED.

(And your hands were
never tied...)

(AD INFINITUM)

your tongue...