The Umbrella’s Melancholy Waltz

Drip-drop nonsense!
Metal bones dance with rain-tears
While newspaper confetti bleeds ink
Into puddles of yesterday’s stock reports

BANG! goes the wind-orchestra
Conducting chaos with rusty spokes
Time melts like butter in a microwave dream
(the umbrella speaks in morse code taps)

Zzzzt! Lightning mangles geometry
As Mary Poppins drowns in alphabet soup
Twelve clockwork pigeons wearing bowler hats
Sing backwards through their mechanical beaks

Up is down! Down is sideways!
The umbrella pirouettes on quantum strings
While stock brokers trade shares of rain
In a market made of broken mirrors

Ha! Ha! The handle grows mushrooms
Dancing with shadows of extinct butterflies
Mathematics dissolves in acid jazz
As umbrella ribs become fish bones

Tick-tock goes the parasol’s heart
Weeping mercury tears on concrete poetry
While Tristan Tzara juggles syllables
In a circus of impossible weather

STOP!
(but the waltz continues)
Through dimensions of crumpled sky
Where umbrellas dream of being birds
And birds dream of being questions

The end is the beginning is the middle
Is a puzzle box filled with storm clouds
Is an umbrella dancing alone
In the rain of infinite possibilities