Thursday, 22 September 2016

2nd last chance, before trash...

peddle your priceless
garbage infested trinkets
to those with low brow
fantastical fancies

garbage candy 
perhaps one with a crude
heart may be exposed
to subjects that coat
the inner blanket
of global antiquities
with layered golden
treats only a carefully
crafted eye 
can curate

rummage your soul
discover your possessions

funny thing, the first word
of this poem is “peddle”
it'll always bring
a smile to my face regardless
of merchandise -- as it reminds
me of my favourite
childhood story Anne
(spelled with an e)
of Green Gables

as it resulted
in green...