No Onward Chain, No, Onward Chain

Due to ascension of previous owner, Unreal Estates are proud
to offer this unique home in a highly sought-after location.
Deceptively spacious.            Make this property your own.

Own these rambling roses, hack them artlessly with new-bought
shears as you perspire lightly in the well-stocked garden. Own
this peach tree, listen to each sweet fruit ripen in the charming
cul-de-sac before it     softly     drops.      Make your own
impression      of the previous owner    his handy work
is your work now.      Opportunity to hear him whisper
in the pampas grass.

Wish you knew more than you do.
Purple flower, gone to seed?
Mystery shrub with blotchy leaves?

Buy books. More books.   Swipe for How to drain a pond.
(Is that him laughing   softly?)     Thud          more fruit.
Stand where his piano stood.         Lie where his beloved lay.

One evening after work, lift the lino, find a sticky
five pence piece, an orange hair   belonging to an orange cat?
Deceptively heart-achy. Make this property                       your own.
Smash tiles. Rip the kitchen out. Entertain the usual bi-fold
fantasies. Smear every wall with tester shades. Stiffkey Blue.
Savage Ground.          Lose days
in driving to industrial estates.        Make yourself

make this property your own.

Long for sleep.            Run out of funds.       Live
with the dated bathroom suite, and as you feel
your muscles soften in the bubbled heat, make your own
impression of his face.    Stare into space            his space.
Make this property    your own.

Track a copper sun     watch it roll slowly down
the picture window he installed          then watch TV.
More property.         Change channels.       Feel his gaze on you.
Ask his help.              Tip your head back, close your eyes
and see him clearly now, his half-smile as he turns away
unafraid           led onward by an orange cat.