Art Form

They went to a street art fair today - a family day under partly sunny skies. The boys stood in line for balloon animals and watched blacksmiths and break dancers do their respective things. The man wanted to ask the chainsaw sculptor to sculpt him as a corpse and float him across the pond of self-pity and duck shit in the park, and maybe set him alight after dark. Fire entertains, and the lack of it, well, it simply bores. The boys were smiling, eating kettle corn, and the grey clouds went on whispering hideous. The balloon man asked the older of the boys if he wanted a fierce face on the octopus or a happy face, and the boy chose the happy one.