Timberwolf
6/16/2005
Your outpouring
a life-stained soul
saturates the subtle air
and embraces every simple
note coming out
Like water
Like hot bubbling oil
Like slushy frozen islands
of eternal discomfort
Like breathing underwater
or spinning in wide-eyed
fear of the dark
And the warm tribal leaning
into the fires of
stories soul-deep
And shaking in our melancholy skulls
And being on fire
with our own armies of killers
or legions of witnesses
to the same ancient urge
To Live!
To Be!
To shape our wildness
into stanzas for mad-eyed
hungry people in a
Dark and Dirty Dungeon!
posted by Edward Svengali @ Thursday, June 16, 2005,
