Missing Alert
Somewhere creativity hides
in the depths of crumb ridden pockets
and old couch cushions.
Head aching from the plethora of nonsense
it emblished upond.
Love of blank slates,
myriads of broken pieces.
Collaging bits and slabs
of bastardized souls
creating humble abodes
for the nonsensical.
Somewhere beyond the storm clouds
and rainbow shadows
lays the broken palate
creativity called a soul.