Night Rambler Poem by GRANT FRASER

Clitter - Clatter
living matter,
manuoevering alert,
alive, just unable
to keep eye lids clenched
together,

leg - thump! in the cranium
bed...

unless a woman's place
visits my head,

it didn't anyway,
didn't do,
didn't,
did;
an outline
without
innards,

can hardly
believe
that the cupboard
space,
didn't say a thing,
poor shadow visuals,

so here it is,
herbal tea with a light on,

no reason,
still time to read,
or define life in a poem?

practice requires all kinds
of defects,

1. stop trying to sound like
everything else.

take two steps back, or cheat
forward out of a conclusion,

I would move, I would, the wordy
furniture around, without a sound,

if it were possible?

without getting stuck again,
I do look, I do, of all *******
meaning and pretensions,
my own lack of invention,

or whether I have anything real
to say or not,

is all I fight with, knife & fork!