No matter what corner you are looking from
They unfold like moss dripping on tin roofs
Drip. Drip. Drip.
Like hot libido through a Cosmos
Trickling down a shivering spine
The chariot of Pardon
Drifting in a spasm
Trickling down in showers the morning after
Hammering down the sparkles in your eyes
And before you are gone,
You are back
All illustrations, paintings and poems (c) 2010 Bon Nielsen
