Wolf

Pen, paper, phone – unused.
I’m not howling
At the blue moon.
Saw the dark side of it,
The day I saw you.
So
Cry, Mr. Wolf –
Please bleed black and blue.
I hope your calls
To the pinpricks in the velvet
Never get put through.
I hope you’re miserable as sin
When your internals are on view.
You know,
Laughter shakes my bones,
And I’ll laugh into this hollow hole,
Throwing sticks and stones
To
Silence the wolf…
Crying on the other end of the phone.