Son of a Son of a Son a

Painting by Monet

son of a son of a son of a


snow crusted lip,
breathed grey by exhaust,
ditch, in which sits

a beer can
dented & crushed, slow
eaten by rust, intox-

ication consumed, only
one golden drop left, to catch
the sun, un-

noticed by passing cars,
face, window pressed
watching power-

lines murdered by crows
the whistle wind blows
desperado

& he,

daddy,
come home


Brian Miller

This is his Flash 55 for today with G-Man
Posted over on his site Way Station One