Goodbye Old Man
Wrinkled face, stubbled and sagging
hallowed eyes that saw too much
thick cracked nails
on blotched, callused hands.
He suckles
cold glass teats,
against unforgiving brick-
pooled urine warming his
rancid house.
From layered filth,
his grape breath
fumes
through tears and gaps.
By night he passed-
Soul’s ruin
ascending
through bottle spirits
blue.
By mourn he lay-
gutterface down,
still
is the discarded man.
~m
