Friday, April 13, 2012

Winter canon


the wolf is my painting

the wolf makes my accusations

the wolf makes my midday meal

the wolf cleans my bedroom

the wolf lights my gnostic candle

the wolf crumbles my affect

the wolf crushes my mandolin

the wolf builds my empty parlor

the wolf counts my half-hours

the wolf dreams of my couch

the wolf burns my kitchen

the wolf hosts my fish frys

the wolf holds my teeth in a cup

the wolf asks about American sadness

the wolf prints my ticket to Peru

the wolf shines my filmy moonlight

the wolf stages a mocked march  

the wolf eats my apple in the field

the wolf bums my smokes to strangers




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