Something Like a Suburb

by Nathan J

Fragments of a cracked mirror
Shine light on the murky underside
Showing nothing by satisfied stagnation.

Artificial nails trapped beneath the soil
Planted like seeds of paranoia
Fertilized by a community of clowns.

Hardworking husbands stand ten feet tall,
Treating their wives like servants girls,
Training their sons like monkey boys.

Neighbourhoods filled with porcelain smiles,
Dangling small carrots in front of smaller minds,
Denying real dreams in exchange for petty rewards.

Memorizing lines from our private plays,
Good mornings and how are yous,
Good nights and sweet dreams.