Public Convienences Poem by GRANT FRASER

You know I often
think of you
when I visit public
toilets -

a rim of red around
the bowl!

no! I barely even
know about you and
couldn't care less,

it's worse,
I suppose when you
can't fathom or even remember,

how to write a great
poem, with a great intention
to further the human invention
and all that...

I suppose you could
wake up deep deep down
in the darkest hole,

and not know or care
what anything up here
is really about and yet exist,

in a sweeping rustic poetical
setting, and use what you
have in your own mind's eye,

just to get by,

the words fly in and around
you, and do magical things to you,

and make much more sense,
than they do once shared or spoken,

wow, only a grain of dust in
my mind, to sweep away...