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