Treasure Island

Denver Gabriel


The Sound Of LawnMowers


Neat houses sit side by side
In their neat lines.
The gardens tidy.
Cars gleaming in the summertime.
The sound of lawnmowers
They seem to
Represent these tidy lives.
For all the neatness
Hides the chaos
There is a reason a front door
Has frosted glass.
Nobody gets to see inside
Not even the occupants
They do not want to be reminded
Of everything
They try to ignore
For behind the perfect cut grass
Is a sham of a life.

A glass of wine
Never seems to empty
Only appears to be
Just the one
Matches
A beer bottle
Always in hand
Behind in the back garden
The blue bin hides many secrets.
Evidence against
The perfect lawn.
The more things they
Bought in pursuit
Of what they thought
They should have
The more their happiness crumbled away.
Not much point having
Decking
If you are not comfortable in the life
You sit upon.

Submitted: Thursday, June 27, 2013
Edited: Friday, June 28, 2013
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