The Creatures of Laughing Parks and Doorway Fountain Freedom Griefs

With the laughing ducts, the passing rust
where anonymous crafted signals cry freedom
the marching asbestos captains cry foul
the house of striven fountains trample rest

In the ailing park, the children lose their wallets
and the white sand exercise matrons cross galleys
to get into the house, recreated by the best of stays
doorway stewards cross fountains to cause the rust

Resting on the shores of car parks, hard of hearing signs
like a bike ridden past state law mandated curfew
there are birds escaping the sun with struts in the sky
strong crested broken fingers parked in the night ride