Fruitless

Encumbered by the steely chains of debt
as golden sprites sneak through corroded bars,
their soothing warmth a curative reprieve
which helps my mind to shed these daily bonds
with dreams of lush demesnes to call my own—
a fertile plot invites abundant rows
as anarchy of passion fiercely shoots
it’s way through soil, to seek the sun and spread
ungainly limbs, in hope of yielding sweet
exotic feasts, whose fragile flesh will share
the knowledge higher powers choose to keep.

The phone rings and I answer with a sigh;
evicted from the garden once again.