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What's it mean when you hunt again?

by Johnny Crimson

The yellow teeth of the wolf
glisten in the moons half-light
but then it gets all fucked up
and twisted and I can no longer
write about what I originally
intended, due to the fact
that when I awoke this morning
her picture was facing me again
even though I had turned it in
the other direction last night.
POLAROIDS SPROUTING LEGS
and squirting milk across
my dreams, so sorry
wolf, eventually I'll tell your story.

03/30/2009

Posted on 03/30/2009
Copyright © 2025 Johnny Crimson

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Olivia Weinkein on 03/30/09 at 06:43 PM

I love this.

Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 03/30/09 at 06:44 PM

Some things, you just can't shake. I love those last few lines.

Posted by Anne Boulender on 03/31/09 at 03:00 AM

"sorry wolf, eventually I'll tell your story" oh man thats so good.

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