Werewolf DiscoA Poem by JonathanMalachiA rambling poem from yesteryear with a prophetic message.
My Grandpa was a Werewolf
They shot him down in May The Jury undecided The Strangest D.N.A. I staggered by the piano A pocket full of lint My time was all withdrawn It echoed through my stint Moonlight slowly sinking I bared the ship alone I heard the trumpet crooning My dream-scape heartbreak dome Itsy Bitsy Spider Crisco Vaseline Eskimo Tomorrows Stir Fry Thai Bo Spleen I've been selling flowers Down In Yesterday Witches are a mating Pop ups on the way Lone and first star sweater Wear it in the rain Look like Lighthouse Captains Bearing mortal pain Ontario is cordial The memories spark a flame Some light still shining brightly Some lost along the way Kindness left forgotten Some things stay the same Me, I just keep burning These days are truly strange © 2017 JonathanMalachiAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on October 3, 2017 Last Updated on October 3, 2017 Tags: Werewolf's, Prophecy, Madness, Psychedelic Poetry, Kerouac, Ginsberg AuthorJonathanMalachiWinnipeg, Manitoba, CanadaAboutShaped By Fire, Raised In A Lion's Den. Son Of Yahweh more..Writing
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