I watch my neighbors next door, the mr. & mrs. at war. he lost his arm back in nam & they both drink like fish.they used to swap fluids at night, but now all they swap is a 911 fight.
Fading plastic garbage cans, waiting for the garbage man. to all the junk I'm waving goodbye. fading plastic garbage cans, full of things that lost their relevance, I wonder if there's treasur
The flies have made friends on the curb, just like their buddy dead bird. cancel the picnic the love nest if swarming with bees. their yelling is at razors edge, then suddenly silence the lights
For days it's been quiet, I only see mr. neighbor. and garbage day's here now, I wonder where the mrs. could be?