A Wolf Dreaming

A Wolf Dreaming

1. A City Dreaming

soot

trees on fire

and the hero of sleep

riding a stardust automobile

dance

dance

moons,

coins,

and grunge jingle, jingle

inside the sponge belly

of the metropolis

did I hear somebody speak the word “love” ?

did I hear somebody sing?

somebody tells me your whereabouts, Dria

what are you doing inside the pipelines?

have you lost your way, one more time?

how long have you been there?

Dria?

the dream is laid out like hot beef

we begin to eat,

remembering our dead sisters,

and our pirate lords

dance my pretty she-wolf

dance

do I hear somebody talk in sleep?

do I hear somebody sing?

coins, beef and stardust

are all we are left with , Dria,

and a city dreaming and dancing.

Moving inside the pipelines,

do you hear my voice?

2. Inside the Scream of a Wolf

Dear dead moon,

did you get my last letter?

I presume you did not,

for I got no reply,

or old voyeur,

were you too engaged

in an ancient indian time,

playing the flute

to maidens glistening with sweat?

were you haunting

children again

with tales of torture?

did you really not get my letter?

have you lost interest?

never mind,

all is fine in my room of music and prayer,

I have just been struggling over this tune for days;

with fireworks in and around my body,

songs don’t come cheap or easy,

and catharsis is a lost smell.

menace comes easy though,

and here I am,

wearing a wild mask

and flirting with the girl in her wedding blouse,

why do women so love

metaphors?

who buried the children?

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