Fuguers Cove - Wolverines

In a parlor, festooned in red
And smoke from garrulous men
Thought about the black spots
In the short grass
With five o'clock shadows
And lackadaisical gaits
On cold days
The place to be for a tick
Long sated for blood
Oh how the sun filled the world
With its concentration of stars
And the play of the light and heat
And how it must feel
With sunlight coming on down
How it must feel
Off the thinness of eyelids

Written by:
Justin Bendell

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