Try Angle Die Poem by GRANT FRASER

You'd think
after all this time
it would've let me go...

as if the elements had fled
on purpose,
from every corner
and living thing,
the world over...

as if flickers are proof,

I look into the world
of my woman,
and there is foreknowledge
somewhere...

I just don't want her
to think that I can't dance,

because inner thought
and it's meteoric expulsions,
pace among those cardboard
cut out words, pertaining love,

something should exude,
and we can't force it to stay,

while the headlocked and hoodwinked
exchange tokens,

I mean why dont you
make things happen without
this spook of light, you declare most
precious,

it's just a stupid thing
you overheard, and leaves
treads of blood
all over your synthesis,

just remember the world
needs us without doubt,
to arrive at our new destination,
with the word on our mouths -

skinned! bare! paramount for death....