The Cerebral Haemorrhage of Suburban Life
A cacophony of lawn mowers
shatters a serene Sunday morning,
the rattling of empty beer bottles
being moved from last night’s dinner table.
A tyre burning nausea.
The cerebral haemorrhage of suburban life.
The nine to five, t.v. guide,
pigeon holed mind control.
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