The wolf is carnivore incarnate
The wolf is the hunter
The lone wolf
The wolf pack
Howling at the moon

The wolf is carnivore incarnate
The wolf is she
Rome built in milk
The wolf is wild
Gentle, cruel

The wolf is carnivore incarnate
The big bad wolf
The wolf is fairy tale
The wolf is nightmare
The wolf is dreams

The wolf is woman

The seeds which bore us
Across the vale
Endlessly flee witness
In salt-tear gale

About about
The dark they blow;
we were born for the land
of wind and snow  

Across the silent
Snow-sown sea
The dandelion clock ticks
As the white leopards flee

And in the valley
The coyote sings
The last symbol of fate
Endless winter brings

We lived
in this ***** of opiates
wondering whether
their opinion really operated
on our open minds
and if so-
how could we stop its course?

In these twilight zones-
these sinking waking hours
thoughts were reborn to dust-
ashes
the old thrill returned
me to my purpose- borne ship
pilot-stars gazing upon a pivotal
soar of connection
Stretching out into the silence and straining for something
all souls once knew;
the thrill of living despite it all-

The knowledge that I am still
enchanted
ecstatic
ensnared
by life itself.

Music
Slides from your eyes, hands,
Guitar strings
Voice
into
my senses like

wine
elixir
Cut grass
Woodsmoke

The demons of your mind
Are the demons of mine
The animals tearing the surface
Of a pinpointed, widening iris

The delicate lisp of
The depths burning
The surface
The sarcastic twang of an
Upturned syllable

Starry twinkles
In the corners of your mouth
Mirrored in my
Starry
Iris whispers

And the music
Of
Every whimsy
Sliding into my eyes

Like wine
Spilt on a dartboard
Waiting to be hit

Junction

I shelved you one morning
when the racketeers came for me
for the tangerine aubergine sky
for the olive garden
and toying with his dying myth he rose-
roses became thorns-  
he arrived at his junction of terror
with nothing left inside
and no sky left to hold.

Am I hallucinating
If I see
What others
Don't

Or am I just
Seeing what
Others
Don't?

Since I met you
I've been reading
my junk mail

A myriad of trembling fingers-
reeling at the loss of this utopia in which we live/

Love in the misty evening
As morning grows ever near

I am filled with
A peaceful and abundant
Sadness

A restless yellow dawn
Creeps
Like a shadow
Not a sunrise

An awful muse
I could lose
Everyone
But you

I was caught
In life's gentle hands
And flung upon the
Feverish world
Aching with passion

In utila
I travelled beyond
The weights to which
I am bound
It was beautiful
Cold
And haunting

You
Spill like ink
Onto the dashboard
Of my soul

Rosy-blue
The sunset wilderness
Of blackened thorns and dust

I am spread out, laid out
Beyond the distance in glowing-line
The raw shock of white rocks
Land sunset green
The humming flickering close
Within, the songs of joy
Children sing with their bodies as they run

The birds get louder at dusk
each velvet turning in its purple rusk
young bison chase us to and fro, monsieur;
we never know where or when they stop-
some people say there is no smoke without a fire

I breathe in.
I breathe out smoke-
I breathe out smoke.

Quiet gambler
-catch me roaming
in the streetlights
with your headlights
full bloom

Bridge of locks
icy water
someone waiting

I crossed the dent
Into an eye
Divided shutters
Open windows

Between the white layers
Of a broken love
Shifts a restless window
Of possibility

Butcher's corner
Night thickens
Ready for the visions
loud and sound

I can hear a wolf
Howling at the moon
Composing a symphony
Of whispers turned whimpers
Little shadows across the veil
with white capped teeth

I came home late
to find you curled up
inside my mind

My heart
is screaming
***** silence