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"gooseacre" poems
Splinters, blisters. Losers, winners. Saints and sinners. "Come in for dinner" s It's where we learned to socialise. Our very own sovereign land zero politics and conflicts always solved hand to hand. Loud junctions juxtaposed against our little corner of paradise motorists peering in when they stop at that red light. Ringing on doorbells, buzzing on intercoms The anticipation to hear whether your friend was home or not. Colourblind kids with the most vivid sight. Retrieving footballs under parked cars was the extent of our plights. I didn't know where the world would take us or the type of people it would make us, but something I learned from a young age is that the rest of the world isn't like Gooseacre.
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Jul 29, 2023
Jul 29, 2023 at 12:24 PM UTC
Kene
Gooseacre Lane
Splinters, blisters. Losers, winners. Saints and sinners. "Come in for dinner" s It's where we learned to socialise. Our very own sovereign land zero politics and conflicts always solved hand to hand. Loud junctions juxtaposed against our little corner of paradise motorists peering in when they stop at that red light. Ringing on doorbells, buzzing on intercoms The anticipation to hear whether your friend was home or not. Colourblind kids with the most vivid sight. Retrieving footballs under parked cars was the extent of our plights. I didn't know where the world would take us or the type of people it would make us, but something I learned from a young age is that the rest of the world isn't like Gooseacre.
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