Saturday, February 20, 2010

Verse: coyote

Moon dripping
like a scoop
of ice cream
on a cone

and the wind
clucking and
cackling like
a crow do

I gnawed seven
steely stars
right down
to the bone

but they did not
relieve me of
my hunger
for you

heaving with howls
and nursing
the deep wounds
that desire inflicts

as restless as
all the dreams
the nameless night
begins to accrue

let there be
no doubts
this is no myth
and no trick

I have stolen fire
and now burning
I am coming
after you