My Suburbia

A blue tiger in a cage,
been harnessed for his rage,
a rattle on the floor at five to six.
Fevered howling from afar,
tyres screeching – death by car.
A finger on the dead still beat of night.
To let the beast run rife,
with her little switchblade knife,
then pass out at the door upon the mat.
Raise your glasses by daylight,
live in fear not by flight,
Get out, this is my suburbia.

- Melissa Vowell

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Comments

  • JustSixties
    JustSixtiesalmost 7 years ago

    Wow…….so much in this Mel. Urban society at her/his worse. Love the line “raise your glasses by daylight, live in fear not by flight”.

  • brummieboy
    brummieboyalmost 7 years ago

    Powerfully emotive ….

  • pijinlane
    pijinlanealmost 7 years ago

    Wow, this really packs a punch

  • ozjami
    ozjamialmost 7 years ago

    excellant commentry i love the line ’’To let the beast run rife"….Well done!

  • bicozikan
    bicozikanalmost 7 years ago

    Love that last line, ties it up nicely :)

  • MissKristy
    MissKristyalmost 7 years ago

    Those last three lines are gonna stay with me…I so wanna make this into a song!!

  • Adriana Glackin
    Adriana Glackinalmost 7 years ago

    sigh

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