Chez Suburbia
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Sheena Blackhall
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Another aimless day in suburb land
Joining the dots of hours
The whine of next door’s baby
The vroom of a passing Honda
Pass for birdsong.
Mrs Domeracki pegs out washing
Onto a whirlie which wheels
In impotent circles, going nowhere
Mr Domeracki slumps in his chair
Like pre-erectile man
Tonight he will go through the motions
Of coitus, bringing the bedsprings nearer
To ultimate stress
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