I owe them godsa bottle of whiskeyand a bullet each

question askedthe rainyour answer

at dawnboring holes in the skullbullets

cold wallsno need to whisper I hear you

lying on marblethe lazy catgazes at dying stars

raisingprobing the heavens for signs of lifeunder stars- the homeless

arms thrashingdragging bodies from the sealimp dreams

opened cageif only you'd obey the words of springgo in please