The boulevard birds. Singing in the boulevard.
Singing in the basement. Boulevards in the basement.
In the glamourgrove. Garden parties in garden grove.
At the DMV. Applying at Hamburger Hamlet in school chairs.
Across from Horace Heidt's. The degradation continues.
Eaters of western bacon cheeseburgers. My head a cast of tension.
A rock-solid plaster bust. Holding it to the few options.
My neck tense from holding it straight so long.
My body fills when tension when contemplating activities with you.
I am filled with rebellion at continuing with you.
Breaking it off will release a burst of tears,
Like some amniotic bag. Nevertheless, as with birth,
The choice to live outside is freedom, and worth it.