A Poem A Day Keeps The Madness Away Poem by GRANT FRASER

Slept eight and a half
completely empty of anything,

grind my Colombian beans,
fine...

cook a microwave dinner,

stare at the empty cup i left
abandoned,
on the red rug earlier,

tried to watch a movie
but kept dosing off,

this German women got trapped
behind an invisible wall,
this i Know...

try to remember what I
was dreaming about?
while pushing the rice grains
from one plastic compartment
into the other,
as a whole
green pea with little flavour
bursts inside my mouth,
and a pineapple chunk too!

the bedroom is aired now,
shut the window, pull the blinds,

put on my red polo shirt,

cross my arms,
look at what I've written so
far, then write this too,

Coffee!

pat my hair down,

this is 'Grand Supremo',

my sitting room door creaks
and opens a little,
and I get a small scare,

I left the window open
earlier, you see...

it's amazing what the average
bed room pit smells like...

I should know, I knock on doors,
and they bring it with them,

this is it I guess,
I've written this,

this is as real as it gets!