Dream House - Toyah

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 you.

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 every word

That has ever brought a tree down

And bounce off the walls

Of the Dream home

Whispering obscenities