Stray
Posted by revolverroach at 11:07 PM on May 7, 2005.
The week passed in a haze of neon against gray. Faces fading into faces
into faces. I feel that I have been everywhere. Done everything. Yet
accomplished nothing at all.
I skimped on my smoking promise. Just a little. Just enough to stop my hand from shaking. Just enough to let me work.
I didn't drink in excess. At least, I think I didn't. I don't remember. Maybe... Maybe the bottle knows. Empty bottles never lie.
When the moon shines, I shed my skin. I am the wolf. Bristling in the heat of the summer night. Unlike before when I curled about you in the snow. Do you remember? Or was it just a dream?
The river runs like so many millions of tears. Yet it quenches. No draught ever tasted as sweet.
And in the womb of the night I am the wolf. I am the stray. Here for but moments. Come and go... Never stay.
I skimped on my smoking promise. Just a little. Just enough to stop my hand from shaking. Just enough to let me work.
I didn't drink in excess. At least, I think I didn't. I don't remember. Maybe... Maybe the bottle knows. Empty bottles never lie.
When the moon shines, I shed my skin. I am the wolf. Bristling in the heat of the summer night. Unlike before when I curled about you in the snow. Do you remember? Or was it just a dream?
The river runs like so many millions of tears. Yet it quenches. No draught ever tasted as sweet.
And in the womb of the night I am the wolf. I am the stray. Here for but moments. Come and go... Never stay.