We sustain a vortex of alignment
Align your hollow mind with mine
We venture down a certain street
Try not to slip on its bleeding cracks
To your right, the first museum piece
Notice the freshly primped lawn
Exquisite artwork takes a pretty penny
Excuse my ignorance, careful swipe of plastic
Let us carry on to the next house
Where on the porch, a rapidly rusting swing
Prefab garbage molded in a prefab factory
Where oiled gears outshine glistening palms
Surely something more pleasing awaits
Scoot around the hybrid geese and you will see
Birds never manage to land on the pavement
Flocks of Benz and Beemer align in an infinite line
Look to the horizon for answers
No amount of soot blocks sunny gray rays
The glistening sun sets in the jester's west
Aligned nostalgically with the bird's crest |
Submission Name: The Bird's Crest
