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Moderna Taverna

It is beautiful  
Timber walls  
pressed ceilings  
Tudor in it's persona  
Who knew a house  
had so much  
to offer  
 
 
It's playful  
(the puppy outside)  
eats the newspaper  
before  
the delivery guy  
even drops it  
Yaps like a child  
Howls to the wind  
between  
sunrise and sunset  
 
It's happy  
The life  
in the photograph  
of that home  
[The world it represents]  
 
Stop!  
Is it?  
Is it a life?  
 
Having green grass that's  
never walked on  
Trees never  
invited to  
picnic  
A puppy  
who meets you for the  
first time  
in the summer holiday  
 
Is 2 hours of  
morning traffic  
what we signed up for?  
Is the flourescent  
lit  
office  
the choice  
of value?  
 
The sick feeling  
in the throat  
that makes  
breathing  
unbearable  
after the sherrif  
delivers court judgment?  
 
Is it?  
Is it a life?  
 
Our self created chaos  
that we feed to  
the disasters  
we've  
made ourselves  
the road  
we've taken?  
 
Complete  
with the right label  
right phone  
right car  
right house  
right take out  
right credit card  
 
A puppy  
and pretty  
home  
So that we smile  
a plastic life  
in the  
photograph?  
 
 
 
 
 
-!-  
 
Entry 28  
Letters to Society, God    
& The Goddess    
GloPoWriMo 2018    
Posted April 28th
Written by RevolutionAL (Alistair Plint)
Published
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