02-08-2017, 07:24 AM
The poem is were you want it to be now so not too much to offer but just to say how much I enjoyed the content and setting, it's always nice to read something fresh and go yea I've done that. Cleaver extended meta that works really well with the chosen topic. Very much enjoyed and the revisions are spot on so just some slight tinkering or not. best Keith
(01-15-2017, 10:12 AM)Lizzie Wrote: Children bike in circles
while we, the parents, flock.
We are the Congregation of St. Coca— do you need we are ?
cappuccino, latte, mocha. In yoga pants, great line made me laugh
rain boots, and Seahawks jerseys—
a heathen's Sunday best—we are the Church of
“How do your kids like Mrs. So and So's class?”
Weather cycles, property lines,
water pressure, recycling schedules—
our sermon comes from Gary,
a friendly tarantula of a man
(slow and hairy)
with fuzzy-bear caterpillar eyebrows. like how you build on our bland image of Gary not sure you need fuzzy- bear.
He explains passages of the HOA manual HOA doesn't cross the pond, Home Owners Assosiation ?
and intercedes on our behalf
with the HOA president, do you need HOA again? Could be with letters to the..your poem
to whom we pay our dues.
We think of unwell neighbors.
We are the Church of the Cul de Sac, chanting
“May the American Dream be with you—
and also with you.” I like the ending, that congregational voice as one feeding up through Gary into the vien of the cul de sac god.
If your undies fer you've been smoking through em, don't peg em out

