I sit in the dark listening to Whispers from a half empty whiskey bottle. Hugging saints from a long lost age. My false teeth clattering on my Amputated glory. Windy day lovers teasing in their joy, just outside my dusty window. Laughing in their Pious gaiety and calling out names of use only to other souls. My dark eyes merely pools of regret hidden behind a cigarette. My mind answering questions dried from neglect. Regarding upright children nursing uncooked fish.