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The cat on the upper back wall
With no none else to call
Obviously plain to see
Wanting to talk exclusively with me
It seemed she had lost her voice
I was hostage to listen
There was no other choice
Watching without any tear
Stalking our prey through the herbs
Delicate here this time of year
Stealth and cunning, deliberate the verbs
Rosemary, Tarragon and Thyme doing just fine
Basil and Sage, Chervil and Dill
Oregano, Chive, Parsley, Coriander sublime
Growing in a box on the side of a hill
Screen door terrarium, inside delirium
Trying to feed birds
I hope I’m not scaring them
Set aside a city laid road
I feel sort of crushed, like a monster played toad
Facing east and west this humble abode
Chirping and singing from the wire
I slip, completely insane and fall even higher
Electrical shock, wakes me the fuck up
My body is water and current
Magnetic temple, soup in a supper cup
Resting after the sun goes down
Beneath a watching moon I sup
Pulling and turning my brain
Morning and hard, hard night
Listening to every freight train I drain
Third degree road, primary flight
Enticing my soul to sin
Bathing in pools of blue luxury
Finding my nourishment in fat cans of tin
Rolling on beds of hot mercury
Never received what I hadn’t earned
Schools all my life
You think I’d have learned
Now closer and close to the end
I ask this of you my beloved friend
My body be burned
The ashes of a tormented man
No soil over me needed be turned
God I hope I’m finally free there
Scattered upon some shining sea
The wash of the waves dear
Calm of the sand, no longer fear
Time a word not found here
Nor again shall it ever be
Stirring the cream of dreams and history
In this brief life before I go away
Closing tired eyes
I raise my last, give sip to my tea
RDS
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