Deal Poem by GRANT FRASER

Deal



Give me that masterpiece,
and I will lick your shoes
for eternity, or at least
until I am dead...

(here is the masterpiece
you required) ,

I don't know why she
just sits there, but there
has to be something more
going on,
fine tuning, real finesse,
a developement that overstretches
itself,

and now for some good
shoe licking,

oh! great black shoe,
shiny leather too,
I was running for eternities,
like this, in and out
of torquise skies & eyes,

lick...lick...spittle,

I thought I proved it,
somewhere?

but that I am better
down here, licking,
spreading my tongue
as far as it could have
ever went,
for cheating myself
in all kinds of ways,

it is deserving, that I lick
and lick and lick and know,
that it wasn't really me,
answering to the call?

furnished by idioms
and cheap word features,
I was born into such playful
patterns, where only our worlds decide,

spittle your elastication
proves that there is so much
provocation now!

and that meek white froth,
says little of the licker,
if one still is, that is...
in it's most deepest part,
loyal to it's debt?

I cannot put my heart
into my head,
they refuse to conjoin
somewhere,

but the soul does lick,
oh! yeah, trust the thing
that slips and writhes,
bit like a tongue, you could say,

as fate would have it,
I am destined to lick
my time on Earth away,
and perhaps - far beyond! ! ! !

imagine if all there ever
is, is this, shall I see great things
besides, whole contraptions
of things that could have been,

my reflection comes up good,
sometimes, depends on the the weather,
and the hardest work is licking
and licking so I can at least,
find myself on the sheen,
some kind of reflection,
is that really you, is it?

chaos - my tongue is tied!

Monday, October 26, 2015
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