Suburban Flattening

The edge of town
Will always water 
Living down.

The pills will keep you 
Leveled out.
You'll look at photos,
Wonder why you
Thought that hair looked good.
It never did,
That silly trend.
It's just
The fashion of the rocket ships
Enjoying launch pad cocoons,
Refusing to take off,
Despite the two-car garage.

Your house
Is like a lukewarm bath.
You float for hours,
Never going anywhere.
You're safe and still
Forever,
Dreaming of adventure
In the mirage of distant stars.
The glowing screens
Release in steady streams
The nights you flared,
The days you dared.

- 7/21/25

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