Perfect Housing
Perfect Housing
Iron girders are structural beams
Bricks that surround them are building blocks for what seams
Pipes and wires connect us to the invisible streams
Concrete floors are a division between above and the floors in-between
A roof made of timber beneath and hammered on pieces of terracotta leans
Plaster to cover and shape so to hide all behind so our eyes see only walls lines cleaned
A door to the kitchen in the back room going out to the freshly laid green grass with fences to define barriers deemed
A door at the front to welcome outsiders to within where all of your knick knacks are displayed to define you from the next house which is number sixteen
Doors to the bathroom downstairs with just a toilet and a sink to wash your hands after you’ve peed
A wooden staircase 13 steps long with all the same carpet as the down stairs as if to say this is not divisible if you know what I mean
Three bedrooms up stairs and the same carpet to stop at every door to keep the same themed
Different colours on walls are to show the different nature of what each and every room is supposed to gleam
Windows in all rooms for clean air, light and a view of every bloody else’s house windows with which you can hear every conversation gleaned
A car on the front drive way to take you to work to pay for a mortgage that your local building society rubbed their hands together and made you pay for 25 years as they schemed
So I look out of my perfectly formed house looking at precisely the same looking houses thinking this’s made of girders and concrete and wood to work for that I dreamed.
Copyright © Peter Kiggin | Year Posted 2013
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