[wolfbittenpoet]

I am not the road traveler
I am no Kerouac
Though I know his ghost
I am the mad eyed poet
Forever lost
Howling to a universe
That does not know how to listen
Banging my head against a wall of bureacracy
Too scared to find the door
I am not the underpaid overworked poor
I am the man who lives on goverment checks
And air
A whole lot of air
I am not the wandering lover
I am the midnight whisper in the air
The howl of ghost wolves on the wind
The secret that only the stars know
And only the moon will ever tell