Photo Source: Pexels Ammoniac Heart Stench of ammonia and scattered pills Shards of glass and nameless ills That’s all her precious love could ever be Fool’s gold and cheap moonshine For weary ghosts who forever pay the fine From the office window Half blinded by the sun’s stinging rays She’d see this old, gaunt and curved man Every afternoon, two o’clock, five minutes give or take He’d cross the highway Dragging swollen feet on hot asphalt, Atrophic arms waving to passing cars Atrophic...