suburban jungle

suburban jungle

I run through fields of recycled rubber
and brightly colored metal foliage,
stalked by tiny savages armed with water pistols,
birthday cake smeared on faces like war paint.

Somewhere in the distance,
a Chevy Impala bleats an alarm
as angry mother and screaming brood
fall upon it in a frenzy of fits and sugar-induced fury…


Copyright © 2011 by Christopher Chaffin – All rights reserved


About cjchaffin

Wordsmithing is my passion. I eat, sleep, and breathe words and phrases, only to regurgitate them and pray that they are better off than when I first ingested them.
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