Two Point Four

Two Point Four

He sits in his moderate semi-detached
Tasting the Difference;
the sky, through the half-ajar Velux,
a slow blue conveyor belt
of cotton wool;
the flats across the street,
uncreative Lego.

A plane whirs above,
its lowering landing gear
is a gently unfurling Pop-up book.
His wife clasps a shaft
in her Peugeot outside Tesco –
(the muscly Mechanic screwing hard;
Motion & Emotion)

...while he awaits her return,
his aspirations
like stagnant tins
of Laura Ashley eggshell.
Upstairs the second baby cries,
above the ad break’s lies:

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