Sent down from the clouds

Drip, drip, drip

block by block

of cement & tar

puddled roads

wash away

emotional billboards

pry into the lives

of passerbys

You, who sits

smoking on the footpath

are under watch

but rain

has clogged

all that surveillance

and my head

is in my glovebox

hiding

from all

the world’s pain

all its sullied joy

fractioned

distilled

sent down

from the clouds.

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