in central park twilight, a lone wolf
left alone, entrapped in thought
cold air and the staining snow
accursed regret, a taunting effluvium
and what is this a hint of
copper burnished with shame
the burning around the fur
it leaks, tastes bitter
i want my mother’s teat
nurse me, mother, don’t leave
tell me what ties bind me here
in this horrible hinterland
the sticky tree needles scent
strong, while i give off fear
is there life beyond the pack
where do i begin or end
the chase i lost, you chased me off
you wouldn’t forgive or let me live
and now I’m sleepy, fighting weak
with iron teeth as darkness falls
i want my mother’s teat
nurse me, mother, don’t leave
tell me what ties bind me here
in this horrible hinterland
by RY HAKARI & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2015
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It’s dark. It’s cold. It smells like blood, sweat and… milk.
It’s virile.
It’s fucking awesome!
I’m happy to show you, my dearest Writers and Readers, the first collaborative poem of my friends. They both are incredible poets, they both are amazing friends and they both are… well, just cool guys!
Ry Hakari and Tony Single.
They both are great.
Check these blogs.
Learn poetry beyond the pack.
Yours,
Unbolt
