Poem: Damned Spots

Boyish freckles have conspired overnight
Becoming dark blots
Self incrimiating age
Spots

So many sweet spots have changed
Places in the world turn
From what they are
Into what
They mean

Hot spots
Broadcasting complexity
As past locations become
Reinterpreted

See spots run
Colors merging, drippy
Hippy tie dying
Marking the now blurry
Spots
Before my eyes