"her wolves"
and not wolf
collective coven submission
subtle wavelength transmission
narcotic supposition
Love is a Drug..

..

Dark....Rolling Stones wrote in the eve of Americas dE evolution
as did Dylan...and others of the dark then seeping into the pop culture
the world conditions and social upheaval...which is change...
if nothing changed...it would only have ignited later
would it have been better to have just let north korea have the whole
of korea? would it have spared many to let North Vietnam roll down
into Siagon? but back to the music...
back to the roots of cultural notation

Stones..Dead Flowers....and other
like black roses
when the hippy chicks went into the
Nico mode...Karen Black movies
the horror..the horror long before
Coppola directed his take
on things

Easy Rider...the ending bleak
for individualistic teams
and the rise again of the
brotherhoods and sisterhoods
of the anti establishment
communes of nature lovers
and free love socieites

skip ahead.....cause this is
2012...year this poem is
based on...When Undercut
haircuts were in...
Pop culture for the radical
Think Pink..the rock star
whom I Idolize
Character in poem is
short....nordic..blonde
but not from norway
city dweller
but many norwegians
live in the country...the
land...on the coast
inland...etc...
woods are in them
IE the wolf theme
motif
the hold out viking
mythologies
the fairytales wrought
out by grimm
brothers..and others

American literature
right in the middle of
heavy industrialization
and taming of the wild
lands for commerce
was huffing and puffing
and lively...huge primtive
but then modern refineries
for steel..meats....processing
were grinding out the raw
and finished product by
grinding labor...
but a clawhold..a toothold
more then the old countries
with supersition and supression
through the Ogligarch system
which sadly was pretty much
the crown by the turn of
the century...the Edwardian
times..Duponts...Rockafellers
Fords...Eatons....

back to our busy lady
tiny...sig seur thirty twos
and thirty eights are
designed for small hands
they were the rage
for gamblers for ages
and hustlers
pocket sized
on a gentlemans
vestiture and wear
and concealable
for the ladies who
plied many trades
de riguer

Her daddy...
anyone who owns
a motorcycle
that can hit over
a hundred and
handle the roads
dirt or paved or
concrete as is the
case with earlier
roadways carried
over and still in
temporal climes
is something
fearless..undaunted
the body hurtles
not just the mind
and too keep alive
and make it
teaching his spawn
the only daughter
like a son he desired
his skills
(he died..cancer)
is something
she placates with
a new designer drug
popular in that year
dragonfly for its
chemical structure
that resembles a
dragonfly..like
constellations
the high similar
too the hippy gen
(Older then me by
ten to twenty years
lasts longer then
LSD)

loss of her father
mother.....she
numbs
american...
so she has the
handgun..a gift
from the father
they used too belong
to a gun club

Now..heres where it gets
good...Werewolf
lady of the night...
but not a prostitute
her men she gathers
but not for pay
conventional she is
not
Nor the sugar daddy
kind either
those men who sprinkle
sugar kindness and
yank it all away are
cretins
whom
with her newbies
help...may scour
like unmarked in
interceptor prowling
the seedy underworlds
belly
which she loves and
loathes...

the forest is her
friend
thus back too
the Mortician
theme...

if one can break down
a deadly pistol
or motorbike
then one can break
down anything
carefully
system
gang

and create one too
too rove
the intricate and
difficult
levels of the labyrinth
too the core...
like radiation
..
thank U!