All Caught Up

The house at night. Early morning.
The wind wolfs outside and prowling
glares at the double glazing.

Eyes awake and jittery.
My internal clock
doesn’t know whether it’s
coming or going.

I was not sure why it moves
or rather
what moves it but i’m
beginning to get an idea.
I miss the sound of you laughing
but I’m strangely confident.
Trick me to sleep
with your sing song voice and
cloudy eyes. Flesh to
flesh.

And the wolf at my throat.

9 comments

  1. qazse · December 2, 2007

    “glares at the double glazing.
    great visual and poem

  2. zaphodfreek · December 2, 2007

    🙂

  3. krkbaker · December 6, 2007

    dangerous.
    how’s the wolf tamer?

  4. zaphodfreek · December 6, 2007

    Not bad.
    Nearly on holidays,
    which will be nice.

  5. Vesper · December 7, 2007

    lovely. i love the image of the wolf.

  6. zblacktulip · December 8, 2007

    you have a special way with words

  7. zaphodfreek · December 8, 2007

    Thank you.

  8. brightsilentthought · December 18, 2007

    Your poems have a particularly beautiful style, rhythm and timbre.

  9. zaphodfreek · December 18, 2007

    Thank you again.

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