My umbrella slipped over the arm
and all rain smelt like shoe polish.
Tip tap on my eye glasses, resonating,
perhaps only to scold and admonish.
For I found no rationale in existence
explained with perfection in diction.
Fixing another unsoaken roach,
sneezing within a spliff second.
Two-drag-pass or a complicated name
repulsive air and titled frames,
as broken are my manipulative eyes
for those I remember in hindsight.
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