flight

wolfy, wolfy come to bed
your harpsichord needs no further tuning

my insides are eaten away
i will take food no more

wolfy, that's ridiculous

i'm confused by reflections, shadows, common language,
my own face seems to me strange and mushy
purple rings around these weird eyes

cast aside these mad thoughts
you are deprived of rest
and you're beginning to scare me

i think only of my brother,
that compulsive nomad,
caressing a gun
sleeping near a horse
or planning an ambush in a cave...
i am there with him now