Nature's Road Poem by GRANT FRASER

If it gets into you,
or takes it's course,
that great thing will
be no force to reckon with

I think nature just wants
to wrong some of you!

Behind the infa red, rayz,
fluoresecent haze,
God's hidden eyeball,
Tungsten bright! ,
was all it ever was,
in ways to make space
for more to thrive,
stand mortified
at your dying,

The heat seeking
mortal missile
shadowing
this harsh world extreme,

Reviles the human pearl,
with destructful interventions,
poisons the busified
plots of earthlings,

Nature tears her hair free,
from the raw scalp of dreams,
that show little interest in her...


II


I could feel the sea
wanting to kill me,

the froth of aging
and nothing more,

what are you here for,
(in a heavy white spray of voices) ,

I wanted to take your picture,
and then drown in it,

You don't want me to die yet?
there might be something else....

There is a coward in my blood,
take him to the edge, first...

Someone to peruse the void,
and make sense of it, are you ready?

An explosion of things unheard of...
and then some kind of happy death!


III


You know what I mean,
nobody was to blame, really?

She really ****** us all over,
and was forced into it;

Try staying alive, with all that
kind of stuff, on all worldly faces,

She has storms in her mouth,
and that's her Blue Holiday!

A way of partly repairing it all,
with all the blood of earth flowing mad,

It's just so sad, that we're all just here,
for a lil time, with a savage