Center of the Universe

New York City has usurped the Sun’s
bragging rights, becoming the core for
art, music, history, color, creed, poetry
to make their revolutions.

The lights of Times Square’s skyline
outshine the stars, forcing the celestial
bodies to flee to the country where their
egos can been stoked.

It’s a world unto itself, like an animal
screaming, cursing, spitting out
everyone who doesn’t realize
they’re the aliens.