Still The Wolves Are Howling

Today I plan to see how thin this

thick thread can stretch there

are earthquakes in the hills and now

the wolves are howling;

She’s on pills, she’s on pills

and still the wolves are howling

like I want to here, now

though it would just be a barren act

I have no throat left

for the moon;

She’s on pills, she’s on pills

and still the earth quakes up in the hills

like me, and my old bones,

my sorrow and my helpless hands

thinking of her, her helpless hands

her sorrow

and those gottdamn

rotten

f*****g 

pills.