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Shopping through used book stores many years back, I stumbled across the book Werewolf and Other Poems by David Hall - signed and everything. So I parted company with $3.95 and took it home. I enjoy the title poem quite a bit - have for years now - so I thought I'd share.
As for poor David Hall...I don't know that he ever published another book of work, but I hope the best for him, as I do for us all.
Werewolf
I'm never closer to myself
than on the morning after
having ravaged a neighborhood
party:
old Hairshirt
lathered beneath a neat
knit suit
waking to the sour cotton taste
of destruction on my tongue.
What did I say?
Today the lady down the street
sniffs by me
on her side of the walk.
I dare to pass for human.
I'm never further from myself
than on the awful morning after
blood stale on my teeth.
Under the influence
who was devoured?
But now at high noon
that same witched moon
still bangs at my wrist
beneath a dull watchtick
of incalculable efficiency.
O lady down the street
I stalk myself:
you're free.
This carcass on my breath
is only me.
As for poor David Hall...I don't know that he ever published another book of work, but I hope the best for him, as I do for us all.
Werewolf
I'm never closer to myself
than on the morning after
having ravaged a neighborhood
party:
old Hairshirt
lathered beneath a neat
knit suit
waking to the sour cotton taste
of destruction on my tongue.
What did I say?
Today the lady down the street
sniffs by me
on her side of the walk.
I dare to pass for human.
I'm never further from myself
than on the awful morning after
blood stale on my teeth.
Under the influence
who was devoured?
But now at high noon
that same witched moon
still bangs at my wrist
beneath a dull watchtick
of incalculable efficiency.
O lady down the street
I stalk myself:
you're free.
This carcass on my breath
is only me.
DeviantArtistQuestionnaire.
Tongue tired, arms spread aloud, these words wrong me in the best of ways.
How long have you been on DeviantArt? Longer than I thought I would be.
What does your username mean? I like to think that it means I don't like being used.
Describe yourself in three words. Fictional, officer, mushroom
Are you left or right handed? It depends on the king I'm serving.
What was your first deviation? The standard one.
What is your favorite type of art to create? heART.
If you could instantly master a different art style, what would it be? The lost art of serving up a steaming mug 'o' rococo aikido cocoa.
What was your first favorite? Mandarin ora
And a Delightful Valentines to You...
Bar Napkin Sonnet #11
By Moira Egan
Things happen when you drink too much mescal.
One night, with not enough food in my belly,
he kept on buying. I'm a girl who'll fall
damn near in love with gratitude and, well, he
was hot and generous and so the least
that I could do was let him kiss me, hard
and soft and any way you want it, beast
and beauty, lime and salt—sweet Bacchus' pards—
and when his friend showed up I felt so warm
and generous I let him kiss me too.
His buddy asked me if it was the worm
inside that makes me do the things I do.
I wasn't sure which worm he meant, the one
I ate? The one that eats at me alone?
Bar N
Walking Forward in that Light
There have been five inaugural poets; two of them have read at the inaugural ceremonies of Barack Obama. Can I just say, I very much appreciate having a President who makes a public space for poetry. And so:
"One Today"
by Richard Blanco
One sun rose on us today, kindled over our shores,
peeking over the Smokies, greeting the faces
of the Great Lakes, spreading a simple truth
across the Great Plains, then charging across the Rockies.
One light, waking up rooftops, under each one, a story
told by our silent gestures moving behind windows.
My face, your face, millions of faces in morning's mirrors,
each one yawning to life, crescendoi
Any fool can get into...
Holy is my cow - A Daily Deviation! Holy...
(wait for it)
coooooooooooooooooow!
What with work and cooking dinner and washing dishes and work and doing laundry and work, nearly my whole day went by before I had a chance to log in to dA today. And what do I find when I do? A poem has caught my eye in the DD section for the day. And it's mine! What a great and generous gesture of kindness that it is. What a joy it is to receive such an honor.
Lots and lots (and lots and lots and lots and lots) of thanks to ~leyghan (https://www.deviantart.com/leyghan) and :iconthorns: for the honor, to the thousand wonderful deviants who've been so gracious and supporti
© 2008 - 2024 b1gfan
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between this world of shadows
thoughts hurl and voices scream
tortured souls.....suffering
demons arise playing games with darkness
.......and the demised.....
i drink the exlicer of life..
..that at one time was lifes river...
now i drown myself..
...with the bittersweet taste..
these venomous scents are like an opiate..
how i savour this...
staggering..
consumed by this drink of life..
.......but death..
unveiling wilted soul
.....drenched upon this bloody stain..
i crave...
thoughts hurl and voices scream
tortured souls.....suffering
demons arise playing games with darkness
.......and the demised.....
i drink the exlicer of life..
..that at one time was lifes river...
now i drown myself..
...with the bittersweet taste..
these venomous scents are like an opiate..
how i savour this...
staggering..
consumed by this drink of life..
.......but death..
unveiling wilted soul
.....drenched upon this bloody stain..
i crave...