Tuesday, January 31, 2017


The sweetness creeps up
in the costume of a lecherous joke
rooted in lust
or maybe just –
what would happen
if we showed our fondness.
In this case, if I pinned my hair
for the better part of a winter,
learned liquor, kept weapons in my belt.
Sweet one in his velvet suit,
walking home from jail.
Old wolf at it again but
more kind
this time.

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