#howl - Hello Poetry

This Winter I slept a lot on my couch in my TV room As it's my main room for living and working in And it's also the warmest room in the house I'd be lying there with some clothes thrown over me And with my Mom's old fur coat like a big bearskin on top of me It'd been a tough year what with my work I've developed a strange condition, a kind of weakness in my head Probably from doing too much, overstretching myself...some kind of burnout thing So now I'm always drinking herbal teas that are supposed to be good for the brain In the hope they might ease my condition, even cure it There's one tea I make, it's a mixture of rosemary and lavender It's good for the circulation and bringing blood to your head, the cerebral area Rosemary though I've discovered is a bit funny, it also affects the pelvic region It's a feckin' aphrodisiac, it makes you ***** One night after drinking a big mugful of this concoction I had one of my funny otherworldly type dreams I woke up suddenly and didn't know where the hell I was All I knew was I was ***** as hell All I can remember doing is getting up in a daze Then putting on my mother's big fur coat Then going outside, out onto the moors to howl at the moon Next morning when I awoke I found myself lying on my kitchen floor I couldn't remember a thing about the night before. Awhile later I was down the shop and I overheard these bunch of farmers talking real anxiously among themselves They were saying "Did you hear the terrible howling last night out on the moors Scared all the farm animals, scared the wife and kids too, terrible it was People say it was some kind of strange bear-like creature We're going out tonight with our guns to hunt it down" I looked away and thought to myself "I hope they won't be using any...any silver bullets".

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May 3

May 3, 2026 at 8:10 PM UTC

bardo

Werewolves of Ireland

This Winter I slept a lot on my couch in my TV room As it's my main room for living and working in And it's also the warmest room in the house I'd be lying there with some clothes thrown over me And with my Mom's old fur coat like a big bearskin on top of me It'd been a tough year what with my work I've developed a strange condition, a kind of weakness in my head Probably from doing too much, overstretching myself...some kind of burnout thing So now I'm always drinking herbal teas that are supposed to be good for the brain In the hope they might ease my condition, even cure it There's one tea I make, it's a mixture of rosemary and lavender It's good for the circulation and bringing blood to your head, the cerebral area Rosemary though I've discovered is a bit funny, it also affects the pelvic region It's a feckin' aphrodisiac, it makes you ***** One night after drinking a big mugful of this concoction I had one of my funny otherworldly type dreams I woke up suddenly and didn't know where the hell I was All I knew was I was ***** as hell All I can remember doing is getting up in a daze Then putting on my mother's big fur coat Then going outside, out onto the moors to howl at the moon Next morning when I awoke I found myself lying on my kitchen floor I couldn't remember a thing about the night before. Awhile later I was down the shop and I overheard these bunch of farmers talking real anxiously among themselves They were saying "Did you hear the terrible howling last night out on the moors Scared all the farm animals, scared the wife and kids too, terrible it was People say it was some kind of strange bear-like creature We're going out tonight with our guns to hunt it down" I looked away and thought to myself "I hope they won't be using any...any silver bullets".