Tuesday, September 16, 2014

Kitty Dying He told me Kitty gasped and couldn't breathe


Kitty Dying


He told me Kitty gasped and couldn't breathe,
Shuddered, then relaxed. And so was gone.
It's horrible! We gave him medication
He didn't like. He fought it. And I shoved him
On the floor because he bothered me.


Life is ugly. Death cannot be thought of.
A gentle cat, turned dingy when he aged.
His teeth were yellow. At the worst he loved me.
I wish him back, my nemesis in hell.



Hog Tied


To walk with her in public -
An embarrassing disgrace.
Once I had a home until
She commandeered the place.


She eats my food and mocks me.
She takes the car as well.
She's living very nicely
And they're serving beer in hell.


 
Weary, sad, depressed


Weary, sad, depressed -
So much that I can hardly keep
Myself alert. I close my eyes
An instant, I'm asleep.


Anything she wants, she asks,
Or else she merely takes.
I'm living in a nightmare
That only he awakes.


Apparently he loves her.
He sees that she does well.
The revival of a spirit
From the poverty of hell.


He treats me like a brother,
A friend. And he is nice.
However he's the one who makes
My world her paradise.

 
The Tenant


But does she own the house? Or is it yours?
Propriety that kind of thinking blurs.
“It is an ill wind -” Well, so much for that.
This wind blows wherever there is fat.


Does she eat a lot or just a smidge?
She eats what someone puts into the fridge.
Where does she work? Oh heavens what a thought!
She doesn't work at all. And can't be bought.


At least a tenant pays a little rent.
Four months and she has yet to pay a cent.
Well, what's she got? Or else who does she know?
Nothing. But she's real. She told us so.



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