Lazarus Knix - Dust

In the
Bedroom of
A dark
Apartment
My father
Rests
Wearing
Yesterday’s
Apparatus-
His breaths
Blatantly blow
Blasts of
Alcohol
Onto a
Drool stained
Pillow.

One small
Secondhand football
In the
Corner
(Perched beside
A pitiful pile of
Pornography)
Gather’s dust
In the
Focused
Sunlight.


A pale
child
Sits on
A shredded
Sofa, playing
Video games
To stimulate
The simulations
Of a family
Repaired.

Morning light
Erodes
The footballs
Arched body-
Dust
Digs deep
Within it’s
Tapered flesh

If one
Vociferous
Idea had
Veered into
My heart,
Let it be:

Judge
A man by where
He keeps his
Dust.

Lazarus Knix

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