suburban undertone

the cul-de-sac
moving round & round
in your bloodstream

an anchor in
this labyrinth
of winding paths

the stars won't guide &
the moon won't move
when you're clouded with

doubt that runs through
the suburban undertone
of appearances

the skyline won't hide
the artificial families
filled with dysfunction

the gravity of the past
pulls at your back

as you wake up
from distant dreams
of cul-de-sacs

a/n: inspired by freelance whales song's "broken horse"