Going out

September 22, 2009

A cold constant drippling of lonely is good for the soul.

To trickle down skins ridges,

broadcasting overtones of soft-radiant-reds,

in faces like worn asphalt.

One good, honest blush:

a puddle splash!

Then, basically aligned,

yours, and mine.

At times, distance: my prospector pan.

A step back from the dots, Seurat,

to give the mean its seem.

Mt. Olympus

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