The Wolves at the Door

the radio, crackling, the lines are tapped, the walls are thin 

the paperhead, the plastic moon, shining down, into your room 

yesterday has been and gone 

play the game, look for signs, get the shake, pressure builds 

on the street, avoid the stare, a thousand yards, why do you care 

yesterday has gone 

all alone, in your room 

hear the voices, gentle gloom

the wolves at the door