Wolf – Bruce Ruston

 
I awoke as a tinder wolf
growling
a cut shawl man
dreaming of scarf’s
that left the world
drifting on infinite
dependency
 
I know I have
to wash
my human on
there are cigarettes
to be sung
 
could I be
a long shank man
conqueror
magician
 
No I am tinder wolf
howling
hunting more
tobacco
 
Walking silent
forever
assassin
 
 
©2013 All rights belong with the Author.

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7 responses to “Wolf – Bruce Ruston

  1. Bruce Ruston

    I would like to Welcome myself, which is a little strange. This a poem about those mornings where you just don’t want to get up and go out. You end up growling and gnawing at the day. It was a quiet morning really early going hunting for cigarettes when few shops were open

  2. I always reckoned you were barking mad, and now I’m proved right.

  3. LOL Awesome! I can definitely identify!!!

  4. lol, I know the timber wolf well, howls at me all the time….cool poem Bruce!!

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