Poem # 10 Kevin and Sharon's wasteland

Strange things can happen in suburbia. What goes on behind those facades? I met an electrician once who was captured by aliens on the way home from the Blacktown RSL. They took him up to the mother craft for the obligatory anal probe, and then dropped him back near his car. This was to his benefit because it enhanced his sex life. Apparently the experience opened his perception, and allowed him to see his past lives.Sex between himself and his wife was not going well, but when they realised they had known each other in Egypt during the time of the pharaohs, it perked up.So successfully in fact that they began running workshops to allow others to benefit from their knowledge.

the following poem is about suburbia.

Kevin and Sharon's Wasteland

In our suburb there are no fences,
a bourgeois concept.
Everything appears
peaceful and serene,
a post modern Arcadia;
but behind closed doors,
and curtains that twitch,
there are strip mah jong clubs,
and wife swapping biker groups;
gay cannibalistic cabals;
plots of power and autonomy;
lots of suicides and divorces;
plans for the destruction of lives,
and families, and Christian morality.

The newsagent reckons
it's because our suburb is
under a cosmic black hole,
with twilight zone vibrations
swirling down just on us,
we're 'ripe for alien contact', he says,
but I reckon it's
just typical
high water rates
suburbia.