Tuesday, June 3, 2014


Cratered faces of time never heal.
Just ask the moon.
A scar here, a stitch there.
Powdered paint is for the feminine peel,
layering their sun spotted skin.
"It's natural," they say,
"to cover the decay."
But not for time worn men.
We don't use makeup.
It's not for us.
We are a different class of human;
somewhere beyond age
and never able to cover up.
Love is beyond us.
Looks keep out company,
even a simple conversation.

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