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Haunting Me

My sons’ guitars play through me in waves They are my life quest our music making more of me than I am Feels pretty damned good just for a minute seems like everything is okay Then I come back to … Continue reading

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~for madmen only~

~woke up in the morning~ ~got up off my back~ ~hungry for that woman~ ~woman wearing black~ ~her labyrinth of chaos~ ~dark suffering & pain~ ~freedom is death experience~ ~magick blood & rain~ ~for madmen only ~ninety & nine~ ~ah … Continue reading

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~reptiles & dust~ ~the epic~ ~second john~

~watching her wash him~ ~completely off herself~ ~flossing him from her teeth~ ~so easy to smile~ ~we are each only a part~ ~hopelessly adrift &~ ~slipping into darkness~ http://wordwulf.com WordWulf Inquiries: tracy@traceliteraryagency.com & wordwulf@wordwulf.com ©artwork & words conceived by & … Continue reading

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~reptiles & dust~ ~the epic~ ~twin skin~

~last night & a pillow down~ ~but how could they know~ ~a realm of darker angels~ ~would appear & hold them blest~ ~stretch them into a single skin~ ~drawn tight as night & then~ ~tender them to the dawn~ http://wordwulf.comContinue reading

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~reptiles & dust~ ~the epic~ ~entrenched~

~living on the edge~ ~they got broad shoulders~ ~broken teeth screaming~ ~wild roots & time hard-bitten~ ~grinding shriek jukebox~ ~metal wounds earned in street wars~ ~pawns to political schemes~ ~learn to talk big~ ~& suffer low~ ~scoot a cheek~ ~make … Continue reading

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~reptiles & dust~ ~the epic~ ~diminished~

~she is hiding under the bed~ ~seeking courage to slay her man~ ~certainly will in the end through~ ~a series of tiny viscous bites~ ~in the manner of all standing sticks~ ~he will be whittled down~ ~by the knife of … Continue reading

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~Pureblood~

~he is writing his way into her heart~ ~speaking of hope~ ~dreams & aspirations~ ~naming a flower~ ~bait-switching to her name~ ~the poet’s illusion~ ~the sound in his mouth~ ~blood of his pen~ ~Pureblood~ ~If I was a writer~ ~I … Continue reading

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