5p Dream Poem by GRANT FRASER

5p dream in the bathroom


Shaving, dreaming of silver
bright coins, five pennies long....

Imagine I was a real poet
and sold each one, for that!

Lots of poems scintillating
across the roof of my head,
that long silvery slish, wonderful!

Somebody told me yesterday
that youth, throw all the small stuff away?

Anyway I have a penchant now for picking
it up, so much on the day to day,
cause it collects, and I still don't have
the right direction...collection,

Creativity eats me! (alive) ,
Just a small a change, I beg!

II

Five sense or Pence,
chances are we'll need
to reinvent, what's worth more?

That great big flickering pattern
of words,
consternated on the mind wall...

Is either beauty, or a beating
with a great verbal weapon,
know me or don't use me at all!

But surely the stuff we omit,
is worth much more,
A hell of lot more, surely,

On this declining backward planet...