"wolfishly" poems
god flew through my coffee this morning;
an intellectual crow entered my apartment,
and it guzzled a sip of the holy brew
me? i didn't take notice, just took notes
a blind writer who seeks the extraordinary,
distracted by a strayed quest for himself
left eye red, the right one black, wolfishly
a tribe of suicidals shattered my eye sight
they were dancing in trance
they were singing in kid's voices:
"we forgotten who we are; our skins crumbling
we don't want to live inside your body; no!
we won't be your voice anymore; we be leaving
golemland is our destination, shelter of letters"
then, the tribe of suicidals left, depriving me of words
Dec 17, 2020
Dec 17, 2020 at 12:03 PM UTC
Scraggle haired, red-cheeked, grass stained
things, running with wild flowers in hand
and mud underfoot, shouting and stomping
and grinning, sunshine sliding through
let-down curls, all missing teeth and
ankles showing beneath cuffs;
who sprawl crazily on park benches, on
dirt, on chalk-ruined cement, faces
upturned to taste the rain,
who drop everything to watch an airplane's
ascent, a scarlet fire truck, the
scrambled flight of migrating geese,
who seize mothers, fathers, aunts, uncles
around the waist and hang on for
dear life, squeezing with affection
almost too ferocious to bear,
who wail at the butterfly smashed
on the pavement,
who scatter like autumn leaves when
told to come inside, darting into
the shadows, teeth glinting wolfishly,
scampering into the boughs of trees
to hide with bated breath,
who ****** their hands out of car
windows to tickle the wind,
who choke on laughter all day and
dream of dragons and stardust
all night,
who want the answer to every
question,
who are the embodiment of wild sunsets
and turbulent skies,
who haven't yet inherited the rust
of adulthood,
who chase pigeons in the park,
flower chains slung haphazardly
round small necks in the
slanting rays,
who dance on the sidewalk to songs
that exist only in their minds, arms
flailing, heads bouncing, indifferent
to passers-by,
who walk the earth with wide eyes
and bursting hearts,
whose love could power a stellar
explosion;
Scab-kneed, angel headed, sun-burned
beings, flushed and bare legged, tearing
across fields of dandelions with
mad smiles and outstretched arms:
a band of the best and
brightest creatures
May 30, 2014
May 30, 2014 at 10:36 PM UTC
Think it best today to jump page
Says the inner sage, wild man escapes
Headline banner, fear campaign
Mister misinformation, propaganda minister
Save face by way of erasing occupied space
Grace diminished vehemently as secrets leak persistently
Honor bound gentlemen hound wolfishly at the unseen
What revelry, in snow toned detection
Earth spotted idles of another prayer
Looking like this one is satiated, mistaken vision
The over crowded barge, sinking half way back to Cuba
Now they owe what they never before had owned
From the get go, loaned out credit levies buckle heavily
Mass selective gravity magnified their electricity
Grave deep run lines of inter-connectivity
******* summer of next celebratory existence
Excluding the pack of wicked sack-happy vandals
Hunger groans honestly, with choir hymns preaching holy honesty
I am a dumb spectator with a gun.
Mar 12, 2013
Mar 12, 2013 at 5:39 PM UTC
girls and red roses
in grotesque poses
within the covers of him
flashing red lips and baby blue eyes
wolfishly at his whim
and there's nothing to them, i'm afraid,
but the blood-white dresses they're in.
Oct 29, 2011
Oct 29, 2011 at 10:31 PM UTC
*My early mornings are akin to warm Carrot Cake
I consume them wolfishly then lick the plate* ..
Nov 15, 2016
Nov 15, 2016 at 8:44 PM UTC
Ears pricking, only quietly haunting any other type and skirting the edges of things wolfishly, I’m howling all of the things that build up at a forever indifferent moon, pupils narrow in the light from a cracked phone screen, insatiable, academics are another breed altogether, we go back to our hometowns and feel too big inside, consumed
Jan 15, 2018
Jan 15, 2018 at 11:46 PM UTC
We are already stumbling more and
more crustly into the idle Infinity,
and we are rooted in a wooded mood;
the vulnerable Soul is damaged anyway
and the Will-pulled bodies eventually give up anyway!
Distorting ratios are not dwarfed - but they increase by division!
The dream of everything is a silent wilderness!
It’s hard to cling to the forgiving power of chance,
just like a smile close to a ditch!
The Vacuum still exists in sheer space,
even though there is no one to capture or fill it!
There is always just a kind of alarming,
internally warning selfishness!
It is becoming more and more difficult to look wolfishly
and flirt with sincere Truth;
the usual, homely Death is staring at us!
Fear s Pain beats as expelled; the murderous silence
devours our loneliness and the fact excites us
that we can't get any closer to solving it!
It takes place in the body and in the brain and produces some strange,
chemical reaction! What we have become thickens into what really hurts!
Every level you start leads to the darkness of the impossible!
In the depths of restless souls it is difficult to live in peace!
Our shiver scale scans us all the way
to our vertebrae and back!
If we are helpless with the formula
for solving situations in our heart chamber,
there is a risk of explosion.
In the hourglass press,
the tiny grains trample each other orphan;
they're in a hurry somewhere!
The border is watching the barrier
of the Spirit and often stirring underworld dust!
Shards of self-digesting blood are also falling…
Feb 22, 2021
Feb 22, 2021 at 3:06 AM UTC
burly gents in waxed mustache
line wooden tavern walls
intently scoping fresh hams
eyes bulge and saliva drips
one might think
they never saw a woman
wolfishly staring pondering dinner
to chew through satin of blue
and expose soft pink delicacy
Cosby considerations in the lonely afternoon
Can I get you a drink?
May I hold your purse?
lost in character
the would be ******
holds the door
smiles
looking at an
apple shaped bottom
as they enter, together,
the establishment /
Aug 2, 2016
Aug 2, 2016 at 12:53 PM UTC