Hangin on the back porch

Smokin

Drinkin

Sittin

Not thinkin

Just writing

 
Dogs barking

Kids playing pretend

Lawn mowers

Weed wackers

Sounds without end

 
Neighbors don’t talk

They don’t look or wave

So we’ll behaved

So fucking loud

Living their cubic shrouds

 
Clouds look like plastic paintings

Mud puddles reflect

Brain dissecting

Insects crawling

On the porch