Independence It
cat man had enough forced isolation
sabbatical dreams after quarantine
entered his hermit cage in seclusion
I need time out from lockdown he promised
they told me of the psycho cat’s demise
but cats have nine lives so I can spend one
and I may use it on my free accord
face my own mask and fearless persona
fantasize about chosen solitude
beat the rat race and feline adventure
the label I hide on the wine bottle
is a wise decal of aspirations
decanting the truth into fine crystal
bodes a farewell from forced captivity
while I look at the ceiling of limits
eerie floorboard creaks near the white sand beach
sanded pine wood pining for ocean’s roar
no more footprints I can walk on my hands
balance harmony and despair for good
when he woke up deluded in night sweat
pyjama purring and soaked wet with delight
claws clenched around fistfuls of withdrawal
clattering teeth grinding out last resolve
he took a swig from his wild genie’s flask
rolled a stone in front of his caveats
crept deep into his cave and growled
untamed will had been abandoned for good
and he dwelled in emotions and chuckled
social distance is not bad after all
I just don’t want to be told what to do
it’s in my genes I’m made for concealment
contagion won’t harm be for I’m myself
26th September 2020
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Copyright © Kai Michael Neumann | Year Posted 2020
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