I was once that,
the untamed horse
running free and roughshod over global ideas of how the big guns thought it all should be
stomping it all out with placards and stop the uranium mining anthems,
while in the same day sleeping with 3 girls in a friend’s teepee.
That was me once
the one who saw a neck tie as a noose and now
i hang metaphorically everyday from city court room rafters.
But at least it’s this season’s Versace
that silences my will to live.
i’m a caricature of myself
while the true wolf runs free in other fields no longer known by me.