Two Big One's... Poem by GRANT FRASER

I've had two already
she said, today...

big one's,

I like a big one too,

he added,

it's good to hear
how well everything operates,

I was reading this
essay on Anthropology,
slash - film,

the writer eventually
said that some American
had stated
that only the 'English', believe
their faeces don't smell,

Not in the North
she added...

I know,
and the guy who wrote it,
is English too,

what a fine topic
of breakfast conversation...

anyway that was something
I found the other day,

I'm thinking 'Transubstantiation',

what's that?

well in religion, it's when
they mix wine with bread,
and you know 'Jesus's blood',
that sort of thing...

I forget the rest,
it was in regard to film, though,

the 'eye', a consummation of images
and light,
or the fusion...

I get this outboard picture,
of what cinema is to me,

or us,

together in a dark seated
space, trying to visualise
or feel something,

yet a form of feeding...

it's true - yet the self movie
takes place behind locked
doors, something of the real
is kept out of the picture,

we have to hide a majority
of what we are,

now with that in mind,
I can visualise
'two big ones',

written over all of the faces,
that will pass me by,
on the streets of this town,

any time today...