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Vievee Francis: Wolf

March 29, 2013 by PBQ

cause I was a bad boy, so my daddy tol me the story ‘bout the wolf
and lil  red rilin hood
                                             ~HowlinWolf


1
It’s licking your door knob
You know it’s there
               (yesyoudo)

Sound so subtle     if not for the scent

you might pretend it’s the rustle of needles
over theporch boards

you might pretend it’s  a coon’s back up
against the pine-bark

But it’s there lilgirl
                              that tongue like a language
all its own
And you know   it
              (and you know more than that)

2
I said, Run        river can’t help you
How’s the river gonnahelpyou?
All that wet pullin at you
pullin you down into more
of itself

I was baptized like any other
Didn’t do a damned thing
to stop me
               Just look at my mouth
I’ll put it to anything
                  (whatyoubet)

3
A wolf will make you faint
A wolf will have you happy
on your knees
and make you
want more of the same

4
By the time we were done
I couldn’t tell me from it   it from me
            Who was on the floor?

                        Whowascryinglikethat?

5
Good jug
             What do you know about it?
(Nothin) (not yet)

6
By the time we finished
I knew we’d never be finished

7
When I meet the one who ain’t a wolf
I’ll let you know
                                  (maybe) (maybe I’ll keep that
all to myself)
Have you seen my teeth?

8
I wanted to hide my pine-filled hunger
my breath of sawdust
my hardtack heels

Enough shame to splinter a belly
Enough needles to gag on
to be fucked forever
(what the fuck are you looking at?)

9
O white socked blue man
O foul-tongued hero

Shout down the wolf (now)
Shoot the damned thing

10
I‘m a wolf baby and you can’t believe what I say

Filed Under: Contributors 86, Issue 86, Poetry, Poetry 86 Tagged With: Contributors 86, Poetry, Poetry 86, Vievee Francis

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