The HowlingA Poem by UC PoikaWord picture with no more feelingsHowls in the wind Where? an empty room Where a body resides as The rattling the door makes Implores one to Three for days now They say he collects spirits Some you know some More vocal than others Some stronger than vodka Is he alive Where? In there? Dead drunk that's what it is Dandelions turned to bad wine Dead? Drunk? Is there a difference? © 2014 UC Poika |
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