The Wolf

Another great read from The Used Life…

The Used Life

it was half-past the time of day
when no road was the right road
when all the churches were empty
and the blues lit up like a highway
over the dank
southern sun

vibes on the street
had me feeling like
second hand news, the
way the sun beat the tile
the steel breeze, the laugh
of the trees bouncing off a
rusted milk bottle and me with
“L.A. Woman” in my
headphones flipping a pair of
lonely old dice

when i came up on a man
talking into a heart-shaped mirror
glass glaring like a giant ruby
in the specters of the sun
and the closer i got
i could see this was no
regular looking glass by the
the deep sides, the heaps of
golden rings along the trim
all glowing like some kind of
moonlit starfish

first off *hops up on a park bench
makeshift bum pulpit*…

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