Twilit Furs (a soft cell/werewolf variation)

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Twilit Furs (a soft cell/werewolf variation)

There is fur
In my mouth now,
Teeth in my skin.

Gnawing sounds,
Seething wounds
Of Protean wolf

Without definite
Shape. Sometimes
I feel I’ve got to

run away. Leave these ideas
Lying fuzzily
Around the room,

Half-formed and
Unsurely blurred,
Curling at the edges.

Vaguely fuzzy, sorta
Soft so they could be
Anything, even cuddly -

Spines, sour spit,
Teeth and crude
Stitched seams, unseen.

Vaguely fuzzy,
Plussedly plushed

So no one sees what
Passes for wolves in this
World of false ideas
and of wolves.

False ideas of
Fauxfur wolves which
are shocking in their
snarling sham.

Vaguely fuzzy,
unlike those
Waerrrrgh!wolves

From so many
70’s films -

Fake, because
Too clear by far (we

See the spirit
Glue, fraught wig
Fake teeth and that

These men’ve been
Made hirsute by an
Enthusiastic and untrained

Mortician.) Softly,
Slightly obscurely,

Things seem
Sometimes more
Living, don’t

You find
This, lying

Fuzzily about
The floor?

Who wants to see
Some seamy

Imprecision, obvious
Because too clear.

Sometimes I feel
I’ve got to

Draw the world
with twilit furs

So that people will
Want to watch

it play, want to
pet it, or those

Plushed-obscure
Pictures, at least,
Lovingly.