Holy Land of Bizarre

Repurposed

before repurposed

was cool drew

a following

to the holy land

of bizarre.

Eccentricity

punctuated

with concrete,

rock and kitchen sink

turned  my

quiet street

into a parking lot.

Visitors spent

a dollar to view

the Nativity Rock Museum

located fifty feet

from my front door.

It was 1972

and I couldn’t

smoke enough

cannabis to

be convinced 

my neighbor’s

creations were art.

It didn’t matter.

The sweet man

was consumed

with his vision.

I just tried to

give a smile

while listening

to Amazing Grace

and staring at

broken baby dolls

winking from

a cement cross.

©Susie Clevenger 2012

Real Toads Mary's Mixed Bag ~ Neighborhood

Mary challenged us to write about one of the 

neighborhoods we have lived in or live in today.

Mine comes from the small town of Kearney, Missouri

where my husband and I lived next door to Claud Melton's Nativity Rock Museum.

He used cement, rock, toys, broken glass and anything else that tweaked his imagination

to create his art. Sadly it is no longer there. It succumbed to the more profitable vision of landlords whose muse told them to build duplexes.