Word Troubles Poem by GRANT FRASER

I kick doors
and if they open
I go in...

and if they don't
I just force my
way in, anyway...

I don't know why
I bother,
I don't consider
myself a law breaker,

words,

your more trouble
than your worth,

I kiss you
then throw you away,

return later,

pick them up...

I suppose I've spent
my existence extracting
crystals out of a
chandelier,

now it just hangs
like a bruise out
of sight,

swinging from
left to right,

can think what
it wants!

I can't - I know that...

trouble, no two the same,

you got flags fluttering
out of your eyes,

I don't!

trouble, yours is black,
mine is white,

we're all the same,
but we're not,

just forget it,
all the poetry
buildings are already
built,

some of course,
can live there...