Tuesday, July 7, 2009

The Tribe

Face the tribe, lead the wolfsong.
I have daydreamed and nightwalked
under stars, under clouds
lashed by tendons and
standing on concrete
teach the fool, fuck the police
dance with the girl with the smoke in her eyes
centralised, the tribe,
the old wolves age and fade away
Who needs money with friends like these?

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