The day,Monday,and it’s already crowding metraffic noisethem chirping birdsand the radioso full of words, this vessel echoes emptilyand yetsupposedlyit’s full of me,I amSchrodinger’s man, in the in-betweenof waking and thedream…
Tag Archives: Cats
That Crusoe thing
Busy days?not when we’recastaways you can’t talk over each otherwhen you’re on your ownsat at homewith onlythe cat for company. This is where the psychosiscomes inwhen we’re hypnotised by thegrim times we are living in. guess what?I’m going fishin’…
The sinking of Lear
If you are hereand here is a beer,see adoctor. Offkey momentsme and now, the cat looks upI said me and nownot meeeow. She looks longingly at my whiskersI look hungrily at her Whiskas give and take init?…
Games to play with the cat
On top of the pyramidwhich is a bit likeon top of the worldthough not as high,but I ain’t James Cagneyso it doesn’t rattle me. Trump plans to banTikTokbut he can’t stop‘the constant clock’ we’re all getting therebeing thereor thinking about it,but right nowI’m thinkingof curry sauce and chips. Ginger thinks I’m a tad madbut he’s…
The edge of evening
Feelings that flow out in words that I know making sense of the nonsense around me. Poetry surrounds me preserves me and like a dry stone walling stops me from falling off the end of the world. Curled up in the bed I could be catlike and that like I like…
Rubies bleed too
I wonder where would we be without China and tea and no cows for the milk no worms, no silk no Santa Claus, pause does Claus have an e on the end? I wonder. Lucky for me that I love Tennessee and Williams is luckier for that, but if the truth’s to be told we’re…
Prep tool
What if we were not but if not who’s got the answer? Maybe we are not planetary, we could be an eyeball in the face of a giant, Monday and the questions begin Cheshire the cat gives a wink and I have to grin…
Medicine men
I bind the wounds but poetry bleeds out from me and I am dying slow, (slowly) (which makes it rhyme) But I never gave a rats ass if things rhymed or just fell flat, my life was this and though some say cat’s have nine lives I’ve had ninety three and to me that’s certainly…
On the tiles
Who could spend any more than the evening before when the morning finds you looking like this? I could have given it a miss stayed in with the cats played blind man’s buff and driven myself bats but I took the plunge because I’m brave. Money all gone and yet John is still here. all…
In the end
I think I’ll be neutered they’ll slice me open take it all out and put in a suture the future looks grim. But I can still grin a Cheshire cat ain’t afraid of that but has to think twice about mice…
Eight megabytes
She will think I’m just a video link but I’m the light on a long dark road, the cats eyes on overload, seeing is believing I believe that though never seen that, I take it on faith alone…
Joey
I hear a budgerigar and not too far away heard him yesterday and the day before wonder why he’s squawking why isn’t the budgie talking? has the cat got his tongue?…
Feline friend
Blue glass cat black glass fur grey steel claws eyes everywhere. Pets are what we make them if we treat them right kittens in the daytime or monsters of the night. My pet’s a glass one can’t go wrong with a glass one no mess to clean no mean looks no glass cat crap shit…
