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WOLFEN

Picture
Graying and long-in-the-tooth, guitar case

Slung up behind him like a timber wolf’s tail,

he’s drawn from out of the woodwork of his

cabin-fever, backwoods-hills den along with

 

the legions of other lone-wolf steppenwolves

stepping up to the open-mic, each powerless in

the thrall of his particular Alpha Wolf’s anthems,

the ones curled up in the lair of his skull, living there,

 

calls of the wild thrumming his tuning-fork

heart until he’s gotta howl— can’t help it any

more than the beagle scratched behind the ear

can help thumping his hind paw on the rug!

 

Born to be Wi-hi-ld!

Wild Thing (I think I love you!)

I see a ba-had moo-hoon risin’!

A-HOO-hoo! Werewolves in London!

 

He’d howl

all night long...

but for that merciful

three-song limit...

Dover-Foxcroft's Rogue Poet Laureate since... well, OK... only 2010