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
Beautiful
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Wow, thank you so much. I was at art school when I visited this house, near the Arboretum Park in Walsall UK about 1971. It was one of those experiences that last a short time but stay forever. Anyway thank you, Rhonda,
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Love your poem! Uplifting and well written! 💙
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Thank you Patty, I am often surprised at what poems become most liked, this has done so well
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