I hope I'm not the only one...
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“Suburban Counterpoint” (2012)
there were never sidewalks here
fragments of public walking space
pepper the neighborhood intersections
suggesting some sort of intention
to pair the swelling and splintering roads with parallel lines
suited for name-brand shoes and factory-produced bicycles
thus the streets are flanked by eastbound chains with clean façades
and while I could never see clear to the other side
(as the traffic is relentless through to the evening)
now I can see nothing but a pseudo-city in love with itself
the parking lots can barely hold
the collective transport
of the voracious consumers
the mindless drones
through advertisement
and
apathy
and
artless
lifeless
debauchery
have been drawn like moths to the department store lights
no weather can abate their appetite
their need to acquire and consume
how very american of them
how very suburban of them
not a single street corner is home to a friendly conversation
picture this:
SUVs and expressionless middle-aged parents
flying by each other at dismissive speeds
frictionless
their lives confined to the living room
the bedroom
the backseat
the grave
suffocation
is a word used all too commonly
when one is smothered by an oppressive culture
but how may I be suffocated
by that which has provided me no air in the first place?
clearly
I must have come from some other planet
because
this
is not my home
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