Imagine

A cat. Four paws. No- Five paws, and they have claws. I. can’t. try. to. make. Images appear. Wobbly thoughts. Crisp, but unreal. A cat with endless tails, and now he’s not a cat, and, I can’t just… Imagine a cat with four paws, that’s orange, that has golden eyes. They want me to. I wanted to. I can’t, I can’t! Control… Those keywords, They don’t make that clicking sound in my mind. It just goes, The cat flows, The cat flies around. The cat is round. Like a hot air balloon. A storm like a vacuum. Vivid. It’s only vivid. When. I. Don’t. Try. No one ever asked about that. Now, I write poems. They are just words. I try to help them see the “Vivid.” It’s vivid. Just not when… When they ask for- A simple cat. It is just an outline. Which is like cardboard, and motionless. That’s what they always ask for. On the menu that is my imagination.