I drive amongst a mass of mismatched
houses, each with aspects that clash
and aspects that compliment. The bold
colours are always present, and hold
the town together – but awkward angles
and strange shapes make it a tangle
of random, unrelated wires. Church spires
poke out in all the wrong places, and my eyes tire
of having to dart about to understand the sights
they see. Everything is not quite right
and not real – it may be pretty,
but I find no comfort in this make-believe city.