Full Stop Poem by GRANT FRASER

You think you've escaped,
until you haven't,
the joy of life lifts you up,
then drops, or trashes you...

As a laugh cracks
across your face,
from one end,
to anothers...

Cry your dark rainy night,
shed the instrument
sharp and bright,
hasten unto self,
bury self shame,

Lampost candelabra,
agenda of the lost,
way you go to low cares,
hatched from a black egg,

Such soft chick sweet airs,
a breath of wrong,
I guess it's the real
that truly eats you!

Thoughts just want
to play consecutively,
and the stop button
makes up it's mind,
who's gonna stop where?