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Sun 14 Nov, 2004 01:45 pm
a jungle of Jack Daniels
amber spilled on pale green vinyl
we stand around speaking over
music I can't remember
tiger meets wolf
a nighttime exchange for predators
"where's your girlfriend?"
whines the black wolf
"don't worry about it"
purrs the tiger
green eyes flashing through
a martini glass
another shot of Jack
as conversation meanders
over the counter top
dripping down towards the floor
Toothy grins exchanged
playful punches and bites
this is the tiger's den
he's leading the wolves
(or do they just pretend?)
a few more shooters
some more grins
the leafy bar is soon
exchanged for a couch
in a strangers home
three tigers, two wolves
the clock reads
4:30 am
every creatures nostrils flared
as they sit around speaking
cinema over the waking birds.
Ahh, the thrill of the hunt, hunter and hunted caught in a double-helix, contrary, but symbiotic. Well-stated, great imagery.
thanks, yeah except when you both hunting, for different yet exchangable things.
A dagger sent straight to the heart of all things symbolic. A strong, well-designed piece, Lyrical One!
thanks Kelly, I like to think I can write but you making me think that maybe there's some truth to those thoughts.
You are like a timebomb of wonderful poetry, ready to detonate at any time! It's all you, my friend.
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