The City

The sky is a giant pearl that shines with different colored light

The street reflects the sky like the refection of yourself when you swim underwater upside-down

The caterpillar cars line the street in perfect proportion with fuzzy light gleaming off the windows

The buildings are like dead pine trees, hollowed out for its parasites to live

A pothole in the street turns into a silver dollar, the vents are cheese graders belching stream

The street lamps are dinosaurs craning their necks to soak up the last bit of delicious sun light

A lost dog wonders the street like an airplane searching for survivors

Trees, green and feeble, suck the bitter air for any last bit of strength

Birds are brightly colored confetti falling from the sky with violent grace and purpose