Ode to the Suburbs (or Never Fucking Happy Pt. 1)

I sit now watching a couple through the split in their yellow-lit curtains, in the dance of domesticity  Ironed tracksuits and morning smiles sunny-side-up All the words unspoken, feelings unfelt, lips unkissed  Didn’t they learn that life is not a Christmas list?     Reality in monochrome; all these grey-cladded whites A hundred whiskered menContinue reading “Ode to the Suburbs (or Never Fucking Happy Pt. 1)”