Canto CCLVI

Now there’s something I’d never thought I’d hear,
no, not the digitally remastered trumpets
from the jazz bar that just opened up next door—

a subtler, blander soundtrack that emits
from greener fringes, where the boxed in lives
don’t have to fret about parking permits;

where mortgages tick down from twenty five,
the schools crank up their catchment tractor beams
and working class types vote Conservative;

where mildly disaffected emo teens
pass round the cider by the rusted swings
on Labrador fertilised local greens;

my own bespoke back garden shed’s waiting
amidst my patchy lawn and flaccid rhubarb.
It is the tune I never thought I’d sing,

the flat, contented hum of the suburbs.

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1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. peter litton
    May 14, 2012 @ 10:03:37

    It’s the lack of diversity that gets to me and the fact that it’s all a bit twee.

    Reply

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