sinkhole nomad

Wanderlust wolf

wandering for days alone.

Only wishing for something, anything 

-to keep at bay-

the constant teething.

The constant bleeding at the gum.

Where your whims are forced to reconcile with reality.

Cessation to the butterfly net mind trap 

and congeniality.

Society's smiling eyes.

While in conversation

your salivary glands forced to manufacture benevolence

if only to avoid violence,

though it is the only first response.

I too have howled hap-hazardlyat the moon

though it does not suffice

neither does sugar,

cancer,

or brushing your teeth twice.

I alone i suppose,

for now or for good.

Wanderlust wolf uses the whole night sky as his hood.  

Reviews

[Ed Hart]

the wonderlusting wolf took a big bite out of 'it' with this one