Blood Image Poem by GRANT FRASER

We are all disparate
yet the same,

If I could wear it out,
I would wear it now,
let you see, how we
are not that different,

Tear the same off
my stupid body,

Why motion like
a deadly statue,
Especially when
it has broken
with movement,
or already started
somewhere else....

Thinking likes to go

IN and OUT
IN then OUT
IN & OUT!

(gasp for breath) ,

It's human darkness
that rolls us all up,
into that big black carpet,

But if carpets and people
are fine about what we are,
or where rather...
and are almost all guilty -
of something?

Replication has seen to it,

But most of all,
when lowering one's self,
down onto another,
or once the guard decides
it's time to disappear!

To obsess over and over,
body and dress,
should it wear you now,
lips, eyes, bodies, clothes,

Before you enter the next phase,
tip your shadow other
into a passing mirror,

Almost hungry,
to merge into one...