Glitterati! Poem by GRANT FRASER

Separating time
with a word knife,
this stuff doesn't grow
on trees!

not for me,
this poet mountainside
is far bigger,
and demands
everything!

(the motions researched,
seconds lying like dead flies
on a varnished window sill)

I'm making a fool of myself,
to say what I say,
think what I think...

yes, the real poets are
in the public eye,
and the hollywood actors,
the famous building contractors,
people who sell things world wide...

and the rest of us are not really there,
but suck it all up,

for the sake of our entity...