My countenance is as dreary as this day.

This mudslide brow overhangs dull grey eyes

And an inconsequential nose

And a mouth turned down like the tail of a wet dog.

The hunched shoulders and paunchy belly are like

A clay Buddah perched in a moldy corner shrine.

Happiness slips slickly off my face and

Puddles at my feet.

This cloudy day hovers over me like

An unspoken uncomfortable truth.

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This blog is updated by a guy who’s overweight, silly, Liberal, spiritual rather than religious, infatuated with beauty and grace, musically blessed, and always changing.

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