Kismet In Suburbia

[Gerald the Banker] Fresh start, another day, another life, a quiet cafe. Starbuck euphoria. Count my blessings, crossword ready. Soon, pipe and slippers in the study by the telly. I seek forgiveness, I beg your pardons at number 9 Mulberry Gardens. [Gerald the Chorister] Fresh start, another day, another life so far away from hell-raised aria. Now I lay me down to live in acquiescence, mine to give to all who listen. Deaf to dark un-heavenly host at 25 Mulberry Close. [Gerald the Military Man] Fresh start, another day, another life so far away from white heat Arabia. Comrades' pictures on the mantle, lit by flower-scented candle, ghostly, flicker. Last man standing, bowed but alive at 33 Mulberry Drive. [Gerald: A Most Ordinary Man] Fresh start, another day, another life not so far away in slow-burn suburbia. All routine and repetition, stamp-collecting, first editions, steam train-spotting. Numb, the senses and numb, the brain, at 54 Mulberry Lane. [Gerald the Homeless] Fresh start, another day, my cared-for partner just slipped away from sweet utopia. Bequeathed comforts, ceramic hob, electric blanket, your uncle's Bob: a pretty picture. Treasured moments, past and present, at 17 Mulberry Crescent.