White Poem by GRANT FRASER

Paper is paper
white and bright,
can be turned in
an instant
or set alight,

Thoughts for torching
light up the day,
ahead...

Muddied
by all
work
& little play,

The cardboard
game world,
sandwiched
between a brain

Waves of solidarity....
just a watery insanity,

No matter
what happens
we cannot get this
out of we,

But can get me into me,
instantly!

I mean we've run away,
like the rest!

People are People
and like and unlike,
can be the most distant,
unless you
wear it out,

Thoughts dutifully
broken...