He sleeps with the gun
tied to his wrist at night
so it’s always at hand.
His 'pleasant' dreams
by the metal
warmed to the touch.
It isn't because he fears for his life --
oh yes, there’s that,
in this filthy abandoned building
huddled in torn blanket and peacoat
by cutthroats junkies whores and thieves
who'd steal his gun
if he didn't tie it down.
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