watching the birds fly

watching the birds fly over the house
there's no stopping to shit in any suburban yard
there are no earth worms on the newly repaired street
no nutritional food inside the local Arby's to eat
the children playing in the park
pretend to be zombies roaming around after dark
dads waxing fashionable cars
and moms giving blow jobs to their fancy kitchenAid sinks
visiting bowling alleys and ice skating rinks
boasting membership to perfectly manicured golf courses
hoping to hook a drive for a hole-in-one
without getting anything of significance done
singing off-key or not at all they have all they need
and it's paradise they've simply agreed
with Sunday school and a leisurely game of pool
using a cue instead of a clue
to figure out what the hell is hurting
too many false eye lashes spending frivolous hours flirting
and their teeth are razor sharp
best for biting each other in the neck
bar-be-cuing memories on the sun deck,
watching the birds fly over the house.