Broken art

broken art

Dwelling in the caves of my mind
deciding to allow creatures out
ones that play with wooden blocks
between parked cars on the street
that ends three blocks from nowhere
but loops round beneath my feet.
Suddenly, it begins to rain
I watch each raindrop slide down
a parked car on nowhere lane
I imagine one drop is filled
with tears of broken art
two drops are filled with pain
suffering becomes shiny on wax.
Too many raindrops blind my eyes
until they notice a little stream
sliding down the fender antenna
to silently rest on concrete below
my feet, as sunshine stops the rain
as my hopes of better creatures
expands in my mind.

burn baby burn

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