pomegranate
green
splash

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

I
you flew notes from your violin racing around that tiny old room
i layed back while you examined every little piece of me
in a pursuit of pure aesthetics
a carved piece of limestone sits sheltered in a garden
representing your feeling of me
II
we stood in a vacant lot
now filled with a million dollar estate home
you sung out loud and i was quiet
you told me i should find my voice
III
you left not on jet plane
i had no heart i knew of to break
you became my muse
and silent lover
a mystified and glorified example
of artistic perfection

did your stomach ever drop
falling falling falling so you can’t stop it
did you ever see the casket
lowered
and wish you’d dug the hole so your fingernails
hurt from the soil bulging between the layers of your skin and nail
instead of feeling the beige interior pushing against inane christian words of
farewell

Let me see your hands
Show me your hands
Red see, like blood
Why do you do it?
Well its a wage its a living. Its not
So bad as you think. You know
fuck all anyway. Think you
can just roll up, roll in to town
and reckon you know everything.