suburban bluesA Poem by jacob erin-cilbertosuburban
blues on
Complacent Street the
houses all look the same the
lawns exact, swing
sets adorn each yard fences
painted alike a row of
mailboxes one from
another only by numbers we live
like numbers personalities
are absorbed into sameness Gardens
of like flowers porches
all with matching lawn furniture "unique"
an archaic word doorbells
all in harmony blend in
symphonic pattern but the
song remains the same as Wait, I
hear Led Zeppelin playing from a
basement they all
have basements and attics painted
in mirrored color look at
themselves stuck in a corresponding world that
song? Hear it? is it
sifting out from just one of the houses? has
someone broken the pattern? identical
is just incidental now someone
has repainted a mailbox Blue the rest
are... What it
is What it
is What it is. erin-cilberto 5/18/2023 © 2023 jacob erin-cilbertoReviews
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14 Reviews Added on May 21, 2023 Last Updated on May 21, 2023 Authorjacob erin-cilbertoCarbondale, ILAboutOriginally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..Writing
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