narrow gardens lay in serried rows
is it serried ?
sounds odd now - they might be serried
anyway quiet daytime backyards
are
laid out like weathered drawings
like an architect does
but with all trees drawn in too
but
left in the sun to curl on a forgotten draft table
they have old sheds and new sheds
and
add-on conservatories with small white steeples
and
ugly rusting bikes with over-size tires
they seem to speak loudly to me
of order and civilised balance
not literally of course - i'm on a train anyway
and
wouldnt
hear
them if they did actually speak
but speak in the poetic sense
basically they are well normal gardens
but
theyre planted on fine lines of optimism
and
i read
somewhere something by someone clever who said
we're all only
three missed meals from chaos
so my point is
that the gardens look ok now
well normal like i said
but
i
can
picture
them
with small pillars of smoke on the horizon
and
dark overcast skies and foraging pillaging gangs
of forgotten morals
lurking
in the sheds eating human meat over campfires
i think i meant something like that
from ecotownz.co.uk
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