wolf running in the city streets
thinking he’s wild under
the yellow moon
following smells live a slave and
getting caught
(by suburban housewives in aprons who chase you away with no fear )
In cul de sacs
and designer streets
leading to Tuscan
mansions with views to the water
Oh wolfie keep you
teeth sharpened
to keep at bay
those (silent) dreams
of mediocrity
keep you coat smooth
and sheening lustre
so those (housewives)
want to oh oh stroke
you
When the moon falls
and dawn creeps in
will you find yourself
coiled on the front
door mat?
or slinking back to the
dark verdant edges of the
forest
