I am my worldly goods,
Sole custodian of property;
I accumulate more in detention
While amassing a plenty.
Chattels around me swarm;
Swarm me in fond intimacy.
Silken cloak of dusty membrane
Collecting cobwebs and green.
Self-employed cleaner carrying
Detergent and soft-towels clean.
Chattels around me swarm;
Swarm me in cleaning frenzy.
One more brass candle stand
Or one more golden bracelet
Brass and gold are my metal
I polish, I dust, I collect and keep.
Chattels around me swarm;
Swarm me in collecting freak.
Selected as my husband
A stranger tied the knots
In polite social net caught
Remained strangers well thought
Chattels around me swarm;
Swarm me in cold reality.
A holding on my hoarding
My last will and testament decree
A finalised printed statement
"The custodian was the custody"
Chattels around me swarm;
Swarm me in seasoned rationality.
Painfully conscious of running time
Dripping and drenching me
Crippled of life within
I search for new meaning
Chattels around me swarm;
Swarm me in lost sanity.
Where once was a human
Now there is brass and stainless steel,
Old vat and jewels of pure gold
I quite forgot why I collected these?
Chattels around me swarm;
Swarm me in barren vacancy.
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
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