our words will be simple, our passages to the point.
The Neighborhood believes itself drifted into decay;
in the ‘burbs it goes about its business, quiet & neglected.
but today, we’ll be magnanimous for a moment
& mow the frost-tipped lawns,
giving brief attention the sagging rooftops above our red noses.
The Often Orphan & Sosh are at odds
& poor Charybdis just cowers in the corner,
willing the weedwhackers to a volume greater than the voices.
she’s a little liftoff-challenged these days.
Chimaera gets it
& picks her up in his shiny new somethingorother when the dulcet tones of discord dominate the sound waves at home.
many a night she hops in beside him
& speeds off to recreate that from which she’s fleeing.
& through this problem of nature vs nuture
the mowers drone on.
