Mine is a dark & funny old brain.
I liken it to a sunshined rain.
Neural asphalt steams from pelting cool.
Pressured heat’s relief from sunny rule.
They told me the devil was a man…
Beating his wife with a frying pan.
I’ve no truck with those types of fables;
Hiding ugly with cutesy labels.
Sunny rains are rare & fragile things.
Like the fancies my mind daily flings.
L.B.Stowe 