SUBURBIA

I gave the city up for a suburban feel
I now wake up early in the morning
instead of sleeping till the afternoon
I planted a new routine like the
trees I can not name in this new terrain,
houses like cardboard boxes
or better yet houses like plastic pieces
in some unfinished monopoly game,
new neighbors with no names
and I'm sure they don't give a f**k about mine
they would rather stare and mumble behind
there glass patio doors as I take my morning
mile walk for a cup of Joe, a f*****g mile
to the nearest doughnut shop and I'm not even a cop
I don't like coffee that much for that matter
but it's just something to do,
to sterilize the boredom and culture shock,
honestly I miss the old block
and my fake crooked a*s friends,
at least I knew who and what
I was dealing with which is better than
not having friends around here,
I have three dogs to keep me company these days,
I let them out in the backyard so they can stand guard
and bark at the young kids on the other side of the fence
in the one story day care house
I'm sure the lady next door doesn't like it
she even knocked on the door in a finger painted blouse
and said there was a skunk in the yard and I should call the dogs in...
you should have seen the look on her face when I opened the door
I could have read her mind right there and then,
with her eyes bigger than dinner plates
(oh my God a black guy just answered the door)
f*****g priceless...
honestly lady, ask if I give a f**k,
their barking is about the only excitement I get in the day,
kinda reminds me of police sirens and the frantic pace of the city,
a miniscule adrenaline rush,
don't ask me how dog barking equates to police sirens
I just miss the city, it's so quiet out here
I can actually hear my eyes blink..

Reviews

[roarke]

lol.... excellent piece, I'm writing one myself on the suburban subject.... I'll tell you, there's WAY more in store for you in that wonderland.... just wait.

This piece doesn't need to be in poetic format, the column thing. It's prose, but it's a story. Try writing it in paragraphs and see if anything comes forth or changes in the communication.

That eye blink silence will soon be obliterated by leaf blowers, lawn mowers, screaming children, twice a day commuter car traffic, and all other a sundry sounds to invade and pollute your sanity.... just wait.
excellent write.

[Sethnicity]

HAHA! Got Love for ya Rene! You keep it real.. I was all sad and s**t then your neighbor showed up! :) HAHA! It's all good hommie the city maybe busy and have creature comforts within reach but your grow to enjoy the silence and the blinking of eyelids and stars. Find some solace on grass in your own backyard, Make a mends for noise pollution with the sound of wind and falling stars... Serious.. if you are in Suburbia around 4am you can actually hear the sound of meteorites burning in the atmosphere... Try it sometime it's humbling! Don't mind the awkward looks sometimes people forget that we are stuck on this rock together and all bleed red!

[joshua deathdealer]

I love the detail and vocab here. Nice work.

[Aidz]

Change all takes time

[Coyote Poetry]

i don't miss the city. I lived in the center of the city most of my life. I do my best to keep the city near but far away. I like the poem. Sometime done feel strange when you need to drove to all places for basic needs. Thank you for the excellent poem.
Coyote

[freelancejouster]

honest opinion? move back, hahah

[Chris]

laughing... you put a stamp of real on this one!

[Cassie Fraga]

theres no place like home... theres no place like home.... oooohhh how I understand!! well penned my friend!!!

[Lily Mae]

Oh, so true.. you have penned the asses...whoops masses so well..xo ;)