Rye Road - The Saga

Some of you know the saga of Rye Road.

Here is an excerpt.


Thursday Tirades

-- Can you hear me! We all have a voice
at the Housing Society AGM – no coffee,
hard chairs in the school gym, and a mike
no one dares to use. A mother of two toddlers
wants a parking space. The megalomaniac
General suggests an underground parking lot
under the entire area. My handy plumber
neighbour told me, Come and fight
for bigger balconies, and anyway: It’s Stand Up
Comedy Night. He grabs the floor and tells
a nervous anti-barbecue lady: You can't take food
smells? Then you need to move
out to a lonely red log-cabin in the woods!




Finally Friday

At five I wait for a drum-roll
of vacuum-cleaner wheels against my ceiling
and shrill hymn-singing. I don't know flat 1313, only
her habits -- and now the jingle of the weekly
icecream van has joined the jamming duo. So much depends
on starting weekends right. Until the mustard
Beetle parked across the road hoots a jaunty solo as it leaves
for some country cabin, I can't be sure. So much
depends. Oh cool. At five-oh-five, the pizza boy drrrrrrrr's
on my doorbell, in sync with car horn, cleaning sounds and Nearer
My God to Thee.