I sat at the table
with a bottle of liquor
and a poetry book
outside were the wolves
dancing around a fire
I went to join them
bottle in one hand
book in the other
reading these poems amongst the fire
the wolves are speaking
strange tongues
I cannot understand them
tried to speak
nothing comes out
I read on
the poems twisted
spun hugh circles in my arms
they spoke to me
I understood them
it started to rain
when the wolves left
they leave behind the ****** bones of mice
scattered like a message
I was still there
legs burning
back cold
bottle in one hand
book in the other
eyes closed
the hunter carried me back home
set me on my couch
drunk and confused
through my book
dropped my liquor
took a knife from the drawer
cut the words from out of my belly
you drowned in the slurs
so did I
swallowed the knife
spoke of god
and went to bed
awoke at dawn
cold
and naked
and amnesic
Nov 8, 2010
Nov 8, 2010 at 1:45 PM UTC
I sat at the table
with a bottle of liquor
and a poetry book
outside were the wolves
dancing around a fire
I went to join them
bottle in one hand
book in the other
reading these poems amongst the fire
the wolves are speaking
strange tongues
I cannot understand them
tried to speak
nothing comes out
I read on
the poems twisted
spun hugh circles in my arms
they spoke to me
I understood them
it started to rain
when the wolves left
they leave behind the ****** bones of mice
scattered like a message
I was still there
legs burning
back cold
bottle in one hand
book in the other
eyes closed
the hunter carried me back home
set me on my couch
drunk and confused
through my book
dropped my liquor
took a knife from the drawer
cut the words from out of my belly
you drowned in the slurs
so did I
swallowed the knife
spoke of god
and went to bed
awoke at dawn
cold
and naked
and amnesic
