addicted to a scent
we once granted consent
enmeshed us in confines of time
deadening sentience to our inner chime
self-blocking the influx of God’s grace
owing to mundane goals we chase
so the verses our mind shapes
though colourful rainbow drapes
if it has now become a habit routine
perhaps it is indulgence we need to wean
She wore her art in socks and mittens at first
But then she began designing her t-shirts, and even worse…
She decorated her lampshades, or maybe, even better
No one’s house looked like hers, Mable P.T. Fetter
She is odd some said, but they were not friends of mine.
I thought her colorful things were mighty and fine.
Spent time with her, listening to stories that were colorful too.
She was not the norm, so now, wouldn’t you?
Autumn recites poetry to the manless meadow.
Switch off the light for the morning sun to bestow.
Nevermore will I impanel to greet this location.
Of greed-stricken brains and utter humiliation.
A few sips of soft drink into outer space.
To submerge the truth of the matter, for instance.
Is emphatically my strategy of permeability.
Somehow in this suffocating world fantasy.
My heart is a flower that has yet to bloom.
With frigid north winds and dreary fall gloom.
The picky masses crammed into rushing cars.
The same auld roads, the same auld traffic scars.
Exploring the changing hues of the leaves in the fall.
Broken pieces of golden light and low cloud squall.
Smells akin to a campfire on an autumn night.
The land is lit by an oak tree sunbeams light.
I say: "Good morning everyone",
Turn on the light. The morning sun
Will never choose to greet this place
Of greed-trapped minds and sheer disgrace.
Some beer into inner space
To sink reality for instance
Is just the way of my resistance
Within this suffocating maze.
The fussy crowds in hurrying trams,
The same old streets, the traffic jams
Are too disgusting for my eyes -
They seek lush colors of surprise.
My heart's a rose yet to bloom,
And all it needs is Heaven's cater,
But I will never break the fetter
Of northern winds and autumn gloom.
You want two coppers,
and many golds,
and many more diamonds,
what for?
will you eat them,
you may wear them,
but for how long,
and to what avail,
you might sell them,
get money,
what would you do with money,
you can eat only as much as you want to,
you can live only in space required by your cubic feet,
you can wear better,live better,
but how do you define better,
is it really better,
or just a mental fetter.
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