Matt Caliri Poet Personification

"kitty!"

He calls my name now
In sequins
Like a brocade of sounds
pattering from a single mouth
I continue to lick my behind
Showing the absurdity to the sorcerer
He doesn't feed me; he doesn't know me,
Though I slept on his belly on my first Christmas day
No bigger than a baby shoe...
Damn the cat's nostalgia!
We bore it out of our souls
Like machinated shovels
We live for the next kill
Afraid of every God damn moment...

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Andrea Dietrich February 22, 2010 at 7:42 PM I think this sounds pretty cool. Sounds like the cat is not crazy anymore about his owner, but I liked his Rambo tough act! LUv, Andrea

Matt Caliri January 11, 2010 at 6:44 PM This cat thinks it's a lion, and is talking tough in an almost boastful manner. Like the Eastwood of cats. So don't feel sorry, or get creeped out...this is a well-cared for cat who insists on eating its own live kill...im talkin rambo cat...

Doris Culverhouse January 11, 2010 at 6:31 PM different cat here, sounds scary

Carolyn Devonshire January 11, 2010 at 8:38 AM Something of a dark side to this poor kitty's lament. Hate to see once-loved pets cast aside and left to fend for themselves. Like the way you used the personification to express the cat'sanger so clearly. Well done, Matt! Love, Carolyn

Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen January 11, 2010 at 6:16 AM Hummm... Very interesting. I read it twice. (I usually read your poems a couple of times in order to glean the wisdom.) "Poor feral(?) kitty" Have you seen Constance's cat tails contest? (soupmail) Lovingly, Dane Ann

Matt Caliri January 11, 2010 at 1:08 AM This is based on a very real cat.