A straightforward thought, <br /> <br />thought straight away, <br /> <br />that disintegrates <br />as soon as it's recorded, <br /> <br />it's important that a wasted <br />thought has just died, <br />and I suppose that's what <br />we all go through, <br /> <br />techniques in poetry <br />that tend to fall short, <br /> <br />everything we conjure up daily, <br />until it's much too dry, <br /> <br />'I will now break with all <br /> this so I can boil a kettle', <br /> <br />today I went to Liddle, a supermarket <br />I rarely use, bought: <br /> <br />2 pints of milk, <br />a six pack of crisps, <br />2 pork shanks (£1 off!) <br />six apple pies, <br />four pack of beer, <br />A jar of Madras curry sauce, <br />7 Bellona Hazlenut bars, <br /> <br />I carried these items in rustling <br />thin polythene bags, all the way home, <br /> <br />while crossing roads and <br />dodging cars, I think of new poems, <br />expertly crafted and honed... <br /> <br />and sort of inspired, until <br />normality strikes me dead! <br /> <br />'the kettle's boiled', <br /> <br />all I want to do now <br />is draw matchstick things <br />out of my head... <br /> <br />in hope that someone might <br />recognise some of it, <br />or let me off the hook, <br /> <br />just like the Sun <br />when it fizzles, too much, <br />or the moon hovers like a <br />white postage stamp balloon, <br /> <br />nothing can really escape me <br />in that what it is, it stays...<br /><br />GRANT FRASER<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/groceries-and-poetry/
