Lonesome Suburb

Suburbs

I see young families growing old,
See the plot-lines of their lives unfold.

I am a Lonesome suburb.

I see wives in four wheel drives
and question the reasons for their size.

I am a Lonesome suburb.

I see pensioners tending the garden,
passing the time as their arteries harden.

I am a Lonesome suburb.

Beyond the greenbelt you will find me,
you know my kind, for you designed me.

I am a lonesome suburb.

Could I be a suburb anywhere?

I do not know nor do I care,
for all I see of life is here
and one thing to me is very clear.

I am a Lonesome Suburb.

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Photograph by Leeroy

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Lucas Howard

When I was seven I started copying poems out of a book and telling people they were mine. When I ran out of good ones to copy, I had to start writing my own. I have been performing and organising nights on the UK spoken word scene now for over seven years and am most of the way through writing the first draft of my first novel 'Zedlist', which is serialised on here. As the story is in fetal form, any critiques or suggestions are most welcome.

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