Sunday, March 10, 2019

Crumbling

All I see is my family
Lips cradled on the bottle,
Like lover on lover
Tangled in knit polyester
As the clock strikes, Ringing
in the hour of chilled twilight;
Temporary sideline distractions,
their world’s latest attraction,
it's Midas’ touch
full of crumbling ash.


- m.j.m

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