• asjthewriter 19w

    Moonshine

    Sickness stalks the common grounds
    Busy, littering, gum wrapper bodies
    Home-remedy eyes, full at the edge
    Paper-thin, pink, slips
    Recovery, at the island bar
    Smile's stained, a lifeless, mason, jar
    Lid, cracked, half-open
    The smell of Fame,
    A catcher's paw, tossed into waste
    Here's looking at the moon tonight


    ©asj