suburban serenade

i can go home by myself, thank you.

home to the white picket fence

that disguises the lies,

sharp, pointing teeth

make for a devilish grin,

you cheshire cat.

bound bound bound

in holy matrimony-

bound to be phony, 'til

death do us part.

i want nothing

more than to

knock your teeth out,

to dismantle your

white picket fence

existence,

to build from them

a simple white boat,

and you, my dearest

will be by my side-

with dress and boat

gleaming

in the sunshine,

and we'll sail into the horizon,

leaving

     s u b u r b i a

      b    e    h    i    n    d   .  .  .