No joy, no truth,
      no ancient meaning behind the vinyl
     not even the bricks are real
    at least they're mortgaged and insured
   like I wish the smiles were
  and the plastic greetings
microwaved handshakes
TV dinner parties
polished homecoming basket ball courts
Cadillac joyrides
safe *** party buses
PlayStations
and all the white-sailed friendships sailing on the seven petty seas
electronic knives in hand

prepared to stab unwary backs
and eyes of subtle greens and blacks
hardly blinking, surviving digital attacks

No joy, no truth
     in the craters of this suburban war