I came here
because the wolves in the willows howl
from their cubicles and church pews.
I can hear them clicking their teeth,
tapping their pens,
smiling with their fangs out
in staff meetings and check out lines

I needed to escape,
a safe haven to fill my soul with inspiration
because arguing with the wife
the kids
myself
is like quicksand and these wolves are getting closer
smelling my blood in the air.

So I come here after years
Years where I grew weak
and find it empty.
Statues of poets with vines rhymed and wrapped around them
stragglers singing songs that go unheard.
Once a vibrant village
seems to only be a shadow of its spendor

I came here for inspiration
because inspiration is armor and fortitude
and thats what I need right now to
steel myself against these wolves
these vultures
and their tapping pens...

Alas I may have come a year too late
and now I have no where to go.....
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"With peace and love in my lungs,
I hold my breath until the Poet returns."

--Boxcarboys