This poem is about my feelings of alienation on being a working class man living a middle class life. It is certainly not how I would approach the subject now but I think it has something original to say and says it well on its own terms. Let me know what you think!
Escape Velocity
Up and away, across concatenations of roof-tiles
and satellites, our flight from hopelessness
to exhaustion ends here in these migratory oases
of middle-class suburban botanicals, cookbook
horticulture, avocado and jojoba, all outside-in.
None here can speak of ambition without irony.
A nagging insistence wormholes our detachment:
some accents are harder than others to shake—
some cause my jaw to ache. Our old neighbourhood
reminds me not of itself, but of my primary school:
too small in every sense. It is how we must appear
to those already in orbit who blasted off from here.
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