We live in those high-rise dives <br />All gravestone grey in the mid-May sky <br />Projected away from the low showhomes <br />The level lawns and private drives <br /> <br />Insomnia leads us to bunk on the nightbus <br />Our need to escape the unfriendly estate <br />And ghostly in motion through uniform suburbs <br />We ride through the swelling of daybreak<br /><br />Jay Allard<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/getaways/
