Wind Bro. Poem by GRANT FRASER

Wind Bro.



I wonder about evolution,

the self, the only one,
I can count or fathom,

or have i?


what about you and you
and you and you and you...

If only the wind
didn't cry like a hungry
girl in my ear,

I want to tear your
good for nothing palace
down, ' its my job! ',

tear my up,
spit me out!

who would you have if
it weren't for me,

crying poet winds!

Space I'll shed oceans
for all this nothingness,

who said there was little
left, for us, to utter?

yeah I know where I am

'G',

put's the mystic
back into me,

forlorn, swept away,
by this violent invisible
friend, always on the mend,

battering against
our preservation

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