No bailed attempts at duty nor crating Ikea answers
to Pacific questions. How can I legitimately liveoutside my means with a mortgage? How can I thrive on the land allotted, built a hundred feet midair?
Next is there speculative real estate in clouds?What can't I afford on spec? Complicit with the wreckof upward spiral model hoping someone-not-meto be under the topple of the rhinestone top. Stop.
Think positive. The plausible, the seen: the sprinkler, the 50s denial in a front lawn, green, fence, without defensiveness. Children need grass that parents own; parks won't do. Green roofs aren't done. Stun gun me.
If we don't ask, can't be won. See all those glittering bits of unasked for, hon'? Blood money diamond wishes in the suncatchers swaying in the off-gassing we don't mention.Pensions we wait for with closed eyes. What's ethical is
7-generations wise. Remind ourselves of log cabins, castlesexurbs with ticky-tack veneers of glued wood. Working my lifefor 4 walls of painted particle board. What you can't afford: beauty and answers ignored. Allan key ease mucking up the works.
What is the sum of 7 and 5:
It's your turn! Move into the poem. Renovate it. Knock down its walls. Put your spin on it. Make it your own.