Monday, August 20, 2012

Where The Wild Things Are

Cooking fat to feed the institutionalized
Arms hinged by arms healing nerves of the concerned
No thought of consequence of falling up town brothers 

Wolves dangling slices of trickery in the mouths of pups
Pulling us deeper and deeper into the den with no light
Igniting imagination of a construct resetting minds to infancy 
Departing youth, revisiting nothing briefly

Awakening stupefied to a truth, not the truth but a truth 
No longer in need but want. stinging tastes numbed to the nerve
Questions of vulgarities and demonic undertones unanswerable by age
Traveling my machine of time that is my mind  to a land of wild things

Safe once again

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