Toyah Dream House
(willcox/sidelnyc) 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 u.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 everry word that has Ever brought a tree down And bounce off the walls of the Dream home whispering obscenities.
