Suburban Musings

In this collection, you'll find poems about

cutting the grass,
living in Dad's basement,
deer in the garden,
feeding the fish,
driving around town.

All things that define my suburban existence.

The Mundane Dance

The grass has reached the height of silliness

Modern Mate

In her shiny white Cadillac she crossed the center line. She was turning left but I wanted her to turn into me