Headless Wolf

an omen and a slice of pizza.
a car wreck and a comedy open mic.
my weekend has been full.
and wonderful.

what was your weekend like?
you faceless forever.
that which still stops.
my heart when thoughts so real happen.

romantic poems for no one.
no water, no patterns.
your loaf is over.
but you are big bread.

made for hotel nights.
alone by not lonesome.
simply burning the place I hide.
thick in Brooklyn.

the legend lingers.
and I finger the light switch.
shutting off everything.
even the hit and run.