The hippie’s house

The hippie’s house
Unfurnished
Linked to the sunlight
Thru big windows

Where space
Was loved
And bodies
Left secret messages

On the edge
Of a park

Being
So used to second hand furniture
Being
So used to rent books
Being
So used to
Bad imitation society

A genesis house
A place for dreamers

Empty
Unaffected by clutter
I appeared
In this house
I was empty
As this house
I was free
Of what society offered
I was free
Of superstores

And in the big empty room
With the large window
There were things
To be discovered

Society
Perfected by regulations
With ergonomic kitchens
With basic sizes
With safety measures

That all fit in
With society
With manufacturing
With advertising

Like the seat
In a cockpit of a plane
That we sit down in
Everything set before us
We can fly
Into the society
That makes everything

Every corner we turn
Is fitted by society
Every road we cross
Is standardized by society

By societies that keep
Amalgamating
Filtering out the dross
Until it becomes
Set solid in its own image
A thing
Unchangeable

Every thing
Is designed
For a space man

For ease of use
For space
For bodily function

Everything
Is designed for
A spaceman

So that
He doesn’t hurt himself
So that
He can’t hurt himself
So that
He is protected
From hurt

Everything
Is planned
For a spacemen
So that
When they return to earth
They have
Safe streets to walk in
Safe supermarkets
To shop in
Safe houses
to live in

I’ll wake up one day
I’ll look down the main road
Into the city
And a gleaming white figure
Will be approaching
In the distance
Pure and fresh from space
A spaceman
He will come walking
Down the middle of the road
Like a warrior god