Wild Things

from some of us 


they are desperate to extract the wild 


to suck the stories from under our 




sugarglaze our wounds 


bandage the weeping captivation of a 


midnight audience 


for we bleed better than any other 


us wild orbits 


who hide the wolf in the aorta 


and the screams of a horse over a 


canyon wall 


under the paper thin exuberance of a rib. 


and the forest. 




the forest 


of a thousand grimm tails 


are baked in every roll 


filled with the jam we stole from the 


witch's windowsill 


and secreted away inside the dreams of 


Briar Rose; 


wild things are hidden 


every where 


and they 






don't anyone 




tell you otherwise.



Author's Notes/Comments: 

I have been indoctrinated since this was written...many moons ago...but I still have wild drwams

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word_man's picture

well this one is deep,a voice

well this one is deep,a voice crying out of the wilderness

change is coming,maybe forced

ron parrish

Cascade's picture

Thank you so much for leaving

Thank you so much for leaving your footprints on my page, dear poet. Blessings to you.

word_man's picture

you`re welcome

you`re welcome

ron parrish