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