Her Silver Bullet
I
tried to be somebody that i wasn't.
(beauty will do that to a man sometimes).
In
a dream I was told you lived
in a motor home on the continental divide (so unlike you).
In the whorl of the dream I was at your door
and howled a couple of times
then just stepped inside as if I'd been there
a thousand times before.
Everything in your place was a tangle(just like your mind)
a single silver bullet sat on the nightstand
it was obvious you weren't home-and possibly for quite some time.
I never did get to see that beautiful face of yours,
a face that could change men into wolves.
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