Ventilation Poem by GRANT FRASER

Ventilation



Sucking on the inhalor
they gave me,

coughing fits!

no chest infection,
but three long weeks
of distinctive choking
for air,
never this much til now,

working always, but worn down,
my hope in most things too,

I don't trust you,
myself from a world
growing ever more remote,

the flag! , the flag! ,

fluttering like a rag
way out on Mars! ,

you've come a long long
way...

the sky orange,
and the fruit white
no longer green,

you got to take a bite,
get bitten more like!

I like, I like, not interested
in why, even...

you got a fetish we don't
already know about?

how bout thirty thousand hits
for your old lady...
or a dating agency!

Mandy is already in your area
taking calls...

it's all electricity now
lots of buttons!

or mountains
of young smooth bellies,

I just want to put myself
back, or take another, a newer one,
the other one is too affected!

retaliates, then does the opposite
thing,

yes and no,

or two wasps
about to sting
you from the fold...

once you get old
it doesn't really matter,

it can all go up in smoke!

Thursday, September 4, 2014
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