Suburbus Corpus

by Willow

My neighbors water the driveway,
and they always have the garbage
out on time,
consistent adherence to
the writ of suburbus corpus—
manicured lawns attest
to real American pride
and all night the T.V. flickers
through color-coordinated
curtains;
their cars are always clean.
I notice this in the morning;
Arriving like a coffee stain
on a postcard,
miss the driveway,
run over dead grass,
a week’s worth of soggy papers
greet me at the door.

This mecca called suburbia
has trapped this errant child,
but rebellion still runs rampant,
so I’m never asked for tea
or to sit on the porch and talk awhile
in dull complacency;
instead, I’m up at four a.m.
with scotch and M.T.V.;
the script was mass-produced
but somehow
never got to me.

I’d drive over their grass,
steal their papers
if I could,
but now I live in suburbia
and that means I must be good.

©Willow Rose 2011

5 thoughts on “Suburbus Corpus by Willow Rose

    • Thank you so much for the trek, Robert. Defiant is exactly the tone I wanted to convey; although it isn’t until the end that I am “the errant child.” It is a play on habeas corpus; without knowing several of the allusions the meaning is lost. I am talking about real people also, although it wasn’t in a developement like the picture althugh there are many of those in Florida now that the orange trees are gone. Sigh~~~


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