The rain

Custom wheels
busted banged up
babes
Axed exes
Aint it grand
My sweet tired and dragged fans?

You saw my souped up ride
beneath the tired sky
raining acid
pulling paint from the metal
ragged jags
tear shaped follies
drawn for all to see

It is almost beautiful
to me
reminding me of the forest in fall
after rain
sustaining my faith
through fractal images
that something is true
and all will be fine
after your death
and mine