“Steal this Thief of the Night”’

26 Jan

“Steal this Thief of the Night”

Doesn’t it feel wondrous to lie,

to cheat, to cast to steel?

The cold heart of conviction venison,

the voluptuousness of steel bars:

she is a raven,

fleeting in the scalding night,

fleeing a cast-iron frying pan

to destroy your face,

your fate tacky as the crackle of a panther running wild,

through streets of icicle shackles

and as it is some sort of purity,

both wondrous and genuine,

which doth plague and placate us?

Like the plaque of a spittoon?

Grizzly bear fangs?

This is the last time

I shall ever wear a wolf suit.

Leave my shadows alone.

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