these hours are split
laughter in a circumstance shelter from the rain
with two strangers and the inner hungers
that brought them to this place
both would deny
but both look to me testing the waters
and the waiting for the silence to be breached
i lay back in the shadows
breathing the gaps between words
looking for scents of trouble or profit
ill-will or devious plot
dopegame logic would have me leap
but trust your gut is singing loud and clear
i make hot feet for a safer trail
this is not where i wanted this poem to go
but here it is
on my spoon cooking up
a jumble of words boiling away the impurity's
dawn is here and time i must be going