Suburban Dream

Matter absence, and the way in which the day's last sun-rays falls on telephone wires and power lines. Razor-sharp contours of low rooftops against the twilight sky, as if they were scenes carved in black paper.

And behind felled blinds, the murderous silhouette that crouches over the suburban dream which lies bloody and quivering on the bedroom floor.




Words by Olle Gudbrand
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Written on 2015-04-12 at 15:52

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Very good. Suburbia will never seem the same again.
2015-04-13