Lifeforce Poem by GRANT FRASER

Lifeforce



A trickle
down
the
inside leg

Male clear fluid!

What you
don't
do with it,

Or traverses
hot skin
to dry,
dead fishes
along stubbly rugs,

Neatly despatched from
a dread mouth...

That flicks
red,

Past
a
pimple,

Slows...

Silvery -

A Sticker of fecundity,

Stop watched,

Sealed atop
each vein.....

A code bled,

TIME REAPS US....

Wednesday, March 1, 2017
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