Suburbia

Through blind
wet windows,
a mist of lace;
identical houses
suspended in
the weightless world
of silken advertising.

Nails climb
pebble dash walls.

Key in the door.
A routine cranks
into operation.

Rules of behaviour
iron into compressed flesh.

Valium melts
in the throat.

Do not offend.

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