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The WolfMan
THE WOLF HOWLS
COS TONIGHT, HES ON THE PROWL
FOR POETRY, EAR TO THE GROUND
HE LISTENS TO THE FLOWS OF THE CITY STREETS
THE BEATS THAT MAKE UP PEOPLS LIVES
HE STRIVES SO HARD TO BE FREE
AND HE REALISES, THAT FREEDOM COMES AT A COST
OF LUNACY, THAT’S THE ONLY WAY HE CAN ESCAPE REALITY
IN AN ECSTACY OF SLEEPLESS AGONY.
I SEE HIM IN THE PARK, GIVING GREAT ORATORY
TO THE BIRDS AND THE BEES.
HE SAID MAN IS BUT AN ANIMAL
AND HE KNOWS THIS WELL
BUT STILL THINKS HE IS BETTER
STILL THINKS HE IS ABOVE NATURE
RENDING WOUNDS IN HIS EARTH,, HIS MOTHER
HE BELIEVES THAT HE STANDS ABOVE HER
HE WALKS AROUND AT NIGHT,
AND AS THE SUN RISES, HE WRITES
HIS PAWS AND CLAWS BECOME FINGERS AND PENS
HE WRITES, THE INK AS RED AS HIS BLOOD
IN AN UNFAMILIAR NEIGHBORHOOD
HE SITS AND HE WRITES
ABOUT HOW HE DOESN’T BELONG,
HE IS ALWAYS JUST A SOMETHING, NEVER A SOMEONE
HE HAS BEEN MARGINALISED ALL HIS LIFE
HE HAS LIVED FOREVER ON THE EDGES
HE HAS DEALT WITH TROUBLE AND STRIFE
HE HAS STOOD ON BUILDING LEDGES
BUT HE ALWAYS LIVED ON,
SEARCHING FOR THAT ELUSIVE WAY TO BECOME A SOMEONE
HE DISCOVERS WORDS, AND A THIRST FOR KNOWLEDGE
HE WOULD KNOW WHY HE STOOD ON THE BUILDING LEDGE
AND HE POURS OUT EMOTION INTO STANZA AND VERSE
PURE AND RAW EMOTION, UNREHEARSED
AND HIS WORDS TOUCH THE PEOPLE WHO WALK PAST
WHEN HE STANDS SPEAKING TO THE WIND IN THE PARK
HE FINALLY ACCOMPLISHES HIS SELF IMPOSED TASK
AND HE STANDS HERE ON THE STAGE,
RELEASED FROM THE BONDS
OF SOCIETY’S CAGE
HE NO LONGER NEADS TO ACT HIS AGE
IF ANYTHING WORDS GIVE HIM THE PRESENCE OF A SAGE
AND HE FILLS THE ROOM WITH SUBJECTIVE WISDOM
AND HE LEAVES THEM WISHING THAT THEY HAD LOST WHAT HE HAD
THAT THEY HAD PAYED THE COST OF THAT WOLFISH LAD
SO THAT THEY KNEW HOW TO MAKE SONNETS OUT OF SCENTENCES AS HE DID
KNEW HOW TO POUR OUT EMOTIONS IN A LAST DITCH BID
TO BECOME SOMEONE
TONIGHT I AM THE WOLF, HEAR ME HOWL
TONIGHT I AM THE WOLF ON THE PROWL
I PUT MY EAR TO THE GROUND
LISTENING FOR POETRY
AND ALWAYS HEARING THE FLOWS OF THE CITY
