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The wrecking ball
long since
demolished boy
hood house zen
located at
324 Level Road,
a once
rural residence,
which soulful yen
I called home
since February
28th, 1968, when
Boyce
and Harriet Harris
(my octogenarian
widower father,
a transplanted urban
cowpoke father,
and late outskirts
of poker flats
mother) than
experienced
livingsocial
in the country,
cuz aforesaid
domain didst span,
and encompass,
one hundred
plus acre estate
listed in
national register
as "Glen Elm",
where ran
woodland surrounding
a golden pond
favored
by Canadian Geese,
but under
game plan
of commercial
developer Donald Neilson
(a tall lumbering
"all business
no play doh" man
blueprints
drafted for
an army
of vinyl city
exemplifying
Little boxes
on the
hillside ditty
Little boxes
made of ticky
tacky...gritty
material upending
wildlife refuge,
ah...what a pity
yet, impossible
to stop industrialization,
the das
capital way
spurring thy
preferential longing
for nature
preservation oye vey,
and to make
a million bucks
in USA
if land
left off limits
for propertied
class today
then in
the near future,
an aggressive
builder will sashay
confirming prophecy
scooping up
gobs of profit
out
maneuvering competition
analogous
to a marathon relay
race quickly
witnessing little boxes
to sprout all the same
by construction workers,
who hammer away,
nailing steady income,
viz all work
and no play,
who maxim eyes
American
middle class dream
asper buying
affordable home
after acquiring
a mortgage to outlay
their limited
choice sans, may
be there's a
green one and
a pink one
and a blue one
and yellow one,
how zing
free enterprise,
and they're
all made
out of ticky tacky
held together
on a wing
and prayer
they all look
just the same ring
with a round
of row zees
awash
manicured lawns
with generic
grass seed
that doth spring
to life
with synthesized,
(yet deadly)
chemicals meant
to guarantee wrest
ting control
might and subdue
so nature forced
to become
nsync from in vest
ment plot purchase
as proving
grounds to test
a money
bagged well paid
laborer
at leisure time
sprawled asleep
in comfy hammock
a much needed
self deserved rest
whereat
successful proof
evinces
"American dream"
no matter quest
necessitates
becoming linkedin
with fast
paced lifestyle
attendant ulcer
inducing "pest"
keeping
up appearances,
where
younglings nest
scolding
woe begotten kith
if flawless
grounds get messed
by clod hopping
kids and/or
smart pets
upsetting
calculus
figuring formula
determining
trigonometric
landscaping tangential
to maintaining perfectly
squared
off turf
especially lest
the neighbors cease
becoming hospitable
and stop offering
gold plated invitations
to such honorable
humble guest.
