sometimes it's hard to find a good one. looking through the bottom of a pint glass makes everything... you know. the world. she spins. this is what you asked for, the poison prayer. a barkeep is a priest; a dive, a church. all over the stories spill out. they bounce off walls and find puddles of piss and spilled beer. they ping off concrete sidewalks and through cigarette smoke mists.
the bad guys look interesting after a certain time of night.
the heroes can turn. remember when Hyde came out?
a moon doesn't mean anything.
the stars can be mundane. watch yourself after your search.
maybe it looks safe, but then,
maybe it's insane.