About Poetry in the Supermarket

[Erthona]

Bad meter....


I spied a placard painted here (there?)
(A)amidst the pandered fruits. (pandered?)
A blushing apple rendered cartoon (cartoonish?)
(B)by yellow bus-like flutes. (How are flutes bus like?)

I can speak of grass-roots, one that seems
(T)to grow from wicker bowls,
(A)and mushroom cartoon jubilee(s)
(T)that turns to wholesale gold.

The other sprouts in puny leaves, (what others?)
(A)and seeks to make a whole. (a whole what?)
The placards signal dollar signs, (are they using morse code to signal the dollar signs?)
(A)and artifice the soul. (artifice is a noun only, there is no adjectival form, it would be equivalent to sating "and car the soul".)

The other looks beneath his sole, (who is "the other")
And binds us to his boot.
I curse the magic father now
Beholding missive roots.

However, I fear the abstract
Demon who winds with words,
And billows out a dragon’s pall
To choke the yearning herds.

Sorry, I followed the first parts (somewhat), but the last two stanzas bypass me completely. I suppose I could guess at a meaning, but I am not in the guessing game. How the last two lines relates to the supermarket is a mystery to me.


Dale