Time Spans... Poem by GRANT FRASER

I was on this side of the beehive,
caught complaining on an ant hill,

The things coming out of my mouth,
they didn't really look like mine...

What do you think about all the time,
I mean when your not dying...?

It wasn't as close, until it was right up
there in front of me,

What a thrill, to feel all my inner fears,
tumbling out like nobody's business,

Used to keep me up all night, it did,
when I was just a kid, until I found that toy!

The stars did, and yet didn't give a damn!
And crossed armed, beneath a pretend coffin lid,

School felt useless, the world a violent funk,
though I have to admit they're all dying now, we're next!

Or where rather....and what is it all about (some say...) ,
I mean try entertaining this own ghost self, you,

The struggling, struggling, struggling, struggle!
to attain balance, and not go off the rails....

Flash bulb! of self insight, in the harsh day light!
word cut me round or square, diagonal flash!

Somewhere...somehow...In Summertime!
It just wasn't that simple, a love hurt supreme...