a day without gunshot or whiskey

the lonely
house
-ing complex
on the hill

lost a nice
lot of left-
overs after
christmas
morn

while in
asking they
dreamt,
i in knowing
crept

through the
litter they
left on the
floor

rest in
undisturbed
sleep, my
pretty

patience

please
my precious
my only
stone

for daddy's
an awful die-
hard master of
his own

hasn't gone a
day without
gunshot or the
burn of brown
whiskey

since the last
night he took
himself home