the suburb long for that mist fine grey arousing sweat of the earth life of real life damp-out the suburb walls and the adults erase me in rain I will seep (from my middle-class longing) out of the suburbs into the mud I will be fluid fluid like me before my breath on the highway fades, become another small white wall in the suburb still I long innards churning dull like pidgeon-song dumb like dog shit naked in the backyard scared of the neighbours rain erase me in rain |