Perforated Evening

 

Drops splat onto the warm and wet cement,

patter the teeming tin gutter along the jutted rooftop,

tick scattered tocks there and whisper dots to puddles

sporadically as piss trickling from an old man's dick.

Electric strokes zag through the zillion tiny holes.

Rivulets meander the windshield toward blue hood, eventually sea.

Cracked black seal along the windshield really needs to be replaced.

 

 

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