My Cat, Lover
Here I sit
composing juices spurting
spewing, gushing, splashing,
dripping every wall!
like Mount Etna awakened
my mind erupting with poetic
genius
like Roman Candles
on 4th of July
up hops lover, the cat
he tangles my hands
mounts the keyboard
demanding, purring
I say, "lover, have you no
respect for art, for my
exquisite, rarer singular mind producing --
he meows
needfully reminds me
"nothing more important than
petting" --
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