The Full Moon of Wolf
Friday, January 29th, 2010
woof woof little fret
there nothing left to iron out.
were the creases meant to be
all for all posterity?
some poets say
poetry is for divinity -
to bring it down to earth.
some poets just bleed
cast their words
then walk away.
the first full moon of the year
the wolf moon
eats January like a pretzel
deciders demur
do not deflect
straight arrow truth
into the Heart of […]