Wolf

I awoke as a tinder wolf
growling
a cut shawl man
dreaming of scarfÂ’s
that left the world
drifting on infinite
dependency

I know I have
to wash
my human on
there are cigarettes
to be sung

could I be
a long shank man
a conqueror
or magician

No I am tinder wolf
howling,
hunting more
tobacco

Walking silent
forever
an assassin

 

Todays best new poem was written by Ian Moone.

 

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