Suburban
You could be anyone
use that imagination
power and privilege
sale in the shop
drawn to language
storied emotions
practical friends
have it all mapped out
a suburban boy
world’s a whirly toy
things are expected
just read the lines
suburban boys
know when to wake up
fold those dreams
in time for the bus
she’s done lessons
piano, riding, ballet
time for bed and
financial fairy tales
one day her prince comes
in a Chevrolet
she’ll remember that culture
as a childish thing
suburban girls
dream of many things
nightmares remind them
clocks are ticking
make it on her own
if that’s what it takes
somewhere out there
love saves the day
a planet’s had enough
of all these cliches
like an exhausted clown
after 8 billion birthdays
with a touch and a shrug
hot and cold pains
all this dreaming becomes
a big pile of waste
suburban worlds
won’t be sustained
all these outcomes
leave no marks in substrate
suburban worlds
crack under the weight
of trillionaire schemes
and unhappy fates