a friend of little girls and their grandmothers
i roam these gloomy woods
in my wolfsuit
growling and howling
oh heel you dirty dog
fur all flecked with grey
always hungry
in these forests of saxony and prussia
my long yellow-white teeth same colour as moon
my black eyes which shine no light
devouring pilgrims in a single bite
my rough tongue which licks you raw
my lupine mind outside the door
as still as this i hide
under your bed
its 1215
how i love your bones
loose in the convent
salivating and waiting
hunted for my pelt
i melt into the snow
i feel no cold
padding silently away
to feast another day
come good doctor
i bet you taste so nice
and woodcutters
your axes blunt
i dont think
i move
i jump with a mighty leap on the back of the slowest sheep
and i creep towards you in your sleep
my poor paws with their bastard claws
my tongue so long and red
amongst the pines amongst the weeds
dribble as the young knight bleeds
no trap could hold me
my jaws clamp shut
oh little princess in this dark place
gaze with horror
'pon my face
your friars your priests your men-at-arms
your saviour on the cross
your bishops in aachen
your kings at mass
your mother says her parrot prayers
your brothers rushing down the stairs
he'll have my guts on this he swears
i know a little cave you could get warm
i'll take you there...no i insist...look its really no trouble..
please follow me
the evening close is falling down so swiftly
and i'm starving
i'm ravenous
i'm as empty as all hell
i need to feed
you need to rest
i know whats best
you'd do as well...
mmmm
ok
delicious
in my dingly dell
19 comments:
Hmmm, yes, very interesting story there Killsy, a bit eeevil sounding indeed:)
Ahhhh, time to wind down for the weekend...no cooking tonight, takeaway Thai food, vino and on the couch to "chillax"(what a dumb word, I know!)
Have a good one sk and all the Timey Being-ers out there,
love Princey
mmm sometimes you're in the wolfy box
but i like you best as a little fox
cos you totally rox
with your sexy vox
your wispy lox
and your little white sox
your'e often drawn back to those dense, vast european woodands.
some deep-seated memory or influence perhaps?
Does Mr. Wolf have a good book collection inside his cave?
ahhhhh, wolf is mad.....
The forest of your mind is a vast maze like fairytale. At dusk I walked along the edge of the Parramatta River. The parkland glowed, the embrace of a stone still mauve sky and the occasional waft of wet earth...a red hooded girl ventures forth
Whats the Christian part??
a graphic horror novel in the making. wouldn't it b great if u had the time to seclude ur self, place pen to paper, and create a sub-world of erotic horror. those books and movies are so hot these days. and 2 b honest with u, most of them really suck. can u imagine ur concepts placed on film- shit-that just chills me 2 the core- with delight !!!!
just a thought- but man, ur so busy, how could u even begin a new endeavor ??? clone ur self-thats the trick !!!
have a great weekend-its gonna b hot and rainy here in chicago over the next couple days-humidity-hate it !!!
DJK082067
Don't let anyone steal that lovely voice:
http://bestiary.ca/beasts/beast180.htm
;)
"Who's afraid of the big bad wolf?"
amazing. I wish I had written this. cheers
you're no longer remotely scary. don't worry, your time is almost up. give account then, better be ready.
The photo made me howl.
Sorry.
Remus?? Is that you?
Christian Wolff used to teach a great class in Experimental Music at Dartmouth College. When he was 16 in 1950 he brought a copy of the I Ching (which his Father had just published for the first time in America) to his composition teacher, John Cage.
I know you're on a whole different meaning of those two word sounds. It's sometimes amusing to follow the collective unconscious when it comes to meaning and association.
darkness and light, good and evil, love and blood....ah, your heart...
love always.....
May I print this out and use it to prevent Christian from becoming German president in two weeks? "empty as all hell" he is indeed. :-)
Ding dong dell... I love it when you're bad.
You write lonely torment as it should be SK. I read and watched Twilight out of curiosity. It lacked enough depth of desire or evil to sustain my morbid interest, but young girls prefer it's pretty bad boys over Harry Potter.
xox
ps look fw to reading your book Annaki
man...no way!
dark matter intoxication null and void
i have wasted these 55
when is music month?
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