Monday, April 26, 2010
My Neighbor to the West
4:43 pm pdt
I live next door to Death.
a capital D.
The hood, the scythe – everything –
when he’s at work.
9-5, Monday through Friday.
and the occasional overtime.
Goes to the beach in the summer.
When he’s not a work,
he’s just a regular guy,
a beer in the driveway
while he washes his wife’s minivan.
worried if the kids play in the street.
Really, I can’t complain.
He keeps his lawn mowed.
no dead cars cluttering the driveway –
anywhere on the street,
far as that goes.
help but get a little nervous
when he comes over and borrows a cup of sugar.
don’t suppose there’s any point in pretending
that I’ve gone out for the day.