Woken Down

gravel as a bed

satin to a vodka straight drunk

loose at the limbs faded-out

what could pass for asleep

that wisp of urine about

double vertigo crawl space

away far enough for a hobo

with apprentice in tow

half spirited still

from that first round

Nothing in the numbness

just as there was a shake

a hand upon an ankle

a week practiced concerned tug

as it stirred the apprentice

slouched upright (nearly)

to a bellow...

"I Sleep In The Cracks..

Of Civilization!"

"What is your talent?"

now there was no

immediate answer

to that quick question

however there was

a concern that will

never be seen again