February 27, 2013

  • Daydream Werewolf

    the presence of his jawline
    his or i or who had claws?

    hiding under the blankets
    growling peers from under the doors

    scream so loud to wake him
    heartfelt hinges bursting off

    the bones are bent and then breaking
    my fingers gnarling roots of fur

    i'm in a daydream
    howling at the moon

    i trace the tracks of my victim
    the curse perpetuates a son

    will I soon become him?
    destined to answer this call?

    to drink away forgiveness
    i dream of chalk encircling the floor

    i sold all possessions
    i awaken in the grace of God

    i'm in a daydream
    howling at the moon

    lost in a day dream