The Rain
I was born in the junkyard.
A dead man came out of a tin shack
covered with dark roses
and said, It's going to rain.
Would you like to buy an old car
that looks just like an umbrella?
I gave the man fifty dollars.
He put some gas in the car
and I drove away.
When I looked back,
the junkyard was gone
and in its place
was a famous castle.
A beautiful woman
was standing
at the top
of the waterfall.
She had long hair
like fish.
I think she was the queen
and I was the king.
Good-bye.
Good-bye.
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10.06.2026