Church of the Cul de Sac

[Donald Q.]

Children bike in circles
while we, the parents, flock,
the Congregation of St. Coca—
cappuccino, latte, mocha. In yoga pants,  Congregation/cappuccino.. I like it
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?”  not sure this justifies it's own space like this.

Weather cycles, property lines,
water pressure, recycling schedules— I like this list
our sermon comes from Gary,
a friendly tarantula of a man
(slow and hairy)
with woolly bear caterpillar eyebrows. These 4 lines about gary feel a tad too laboured. Not sure what I'd suggest but I think the joke is too diffuse. It's like'he's gary/ tarantula man / because slow and hairy/ he has hairy caterpillar eyebrows'  Just not sure about this progression. 
He interprets passages of the HOA manual   
and intercedes on our behalf
with its creator, our president, This line feels like it is missing an adjective somewhere to keep that light flow. 
to whom we pay our dues.
We think of unwell neighbors.
We are the Church of the Cul de Sac, chanting  chanting is good

“May the American Dream be with you—
and also with you.”  Haha, I like the slightly sinister italics. 

Nice poem; I like the fact that you are clearly having fun with it, and there's some nice snappy construction in places that skips gracefully over the references and jokes, like the first stanza. Personally I think the second half needs a bit of streamlining, but I enjoyed the ending and the overall tone.