Dream House

There’s a house
On the outskirts of Marlborough
Past the polly tea rooms
Hidden in the trees
That watch your every move
Consumed by birdsong
Over the bunker
Below radar
Away from the sports centre
City tip and parked cars
Perched on a hillside
An undiscovered you. F. O
A time thief
In mechanical conversation
Flashing beaming winking gleaming
At the gaping sky
Throbbing with generation
Yet stalling your car
Burning all circuits
Among the standing stones
And old Sarum
Real estate owner occupied
A growing concern
Attractive moods in the woodwork
Subsidence tolerated
The blinds hide the blushes
Fading adds maturity
Prime investment for the voyeur
Only jealously guarded
The paint never peels
And the dust doesn’t settle
On the linoleum-like substance
Across walls and floor
Dark is the stage
No children live here
And no old die
Only silence prevails
Paranoid actors
Hide on the stairs
Little creatures
Cought in the thorns of the rose
Arbour helicopters
Jets and siren wall
Reciting every word
That has ever brought a tree down
And bounce off the walls
Of the Dream home
Whispering obscenities