father

Is this the dream?
I ask to you--
Is this the dream you dreamt in your
sleep,
of golden coins and diamonds cut
just so
falling from your lips
while in your chest rests a
chest, locked and rusted
green with age and sights and
what has been placed
at the ending checkered flag?
And yet, as Midas turns you,
standard of
america
--after all you can eat steak now and how wonderful it all is--
your heart and hand hardened
and dropped the key somewhere down the
yellow bricked road