Did I Get.. Poem by GRANT FRASER

Did I get sick of your perpetual
cleverness,
sure, there was an honest
raw attention in everything
you said,

But I don't live in that world,
never did,
and the dogs, they howl
a whole lot differently...

I mean, I think I have truly
changed somewhere,

You can continue spilling
your drinks on those so called
wenches you pulled,

I just want to look at dead stars!

As more and more cars
just drown it all out,
as streets have no decent ceilings
anymore,

You have to get well out of here,
to know where you truly are,

That is, once you get past all
the showrooms, empy and full,

And don't try and think,
that you that you are beyond it,
and more human...

It takes a lot to look and look,
and know that there's not much
left to invest in, given that even
the suburbs are an infinity of caterpillar
tracks,

and that even your poky little ideals
or dreams, implode, or collapse,

I suppose I find more pleasure
in the shards of a dirty broken wall,
on a council estate,

Or a long smear of mud,
left by a mysterious boot,
that plays a kind of messy flute,
about, leaving one's mark,

Until you are mesmerised
by the intelligent clean inhabitants
who abide by slum details,

At this point I break off,
so does, what I am thinking...