lesbians laugh like clockwork each cackle measured for effectiveness and travels well on Sunday's eve
then buckeyes pop in the road like tiny bombs good for slingshots but my petty neighbors would never allow such insolence so I don't bother somehow the tree gets away with it
then a car rolls by with thunderous beats why they choose this little alleyway is always a question
but in between the occasional car the occasional pop and the occasional laugh I occasionally enjoy
Hi. This is just a day in the life type of thing I wrote on my porch years ago. I have no animosity towards my gay neighbors. I rarely see or hear them anymore. I do have my share of lousy neighbors though.