Of Disrepute
In cul-de-sacs of neighbourly-
neighbours we’ll live back-to-
back days by envy & mistrust
across fences & drives – gated
ways to keep others at bay – A
busy road curves to hemmed-
in identi-kit plots [ones some
don’t approve of – estates are
dull] – filed identical arrays of
box rooms [& bill repayments
by every fourth week] – grim –
less tempting places – some’ll
escape by time’s reminders to
to decay in low bungalows [or
assisted-living apartments] &
others will never move whilst
mother is still alive – Everyone
shifts – eventually – to improve
their outlook & what people’ll
think of their brick facade – we
set our values under hammers
& auction off our souls – this is
what comes of property porn –
our re-mortgaged prostitution