These city lights keep the wolves from naked throats. Linger too long in darkness,
Shadow slowly devours the street lights, there, in city slick sick pitch,are people with slithering tongues,wrapping wet on heels of high hoofed woman,sliding around wrists of wistful children,meandering behind the shadows of well-to-do men, there the wolves stalk, because hunger is their sickness
they are feral, born below the system,beaten before the were born, alive because they barked,
because they bit the father who beat them
These wolves who prowl these dark spaces,the places where the stars shine sinister.  


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I hail from the sunny southwest. I wait, unkempt and unbidden.

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