Katurday and Iz plazs wit mee talky kat,
Ohs, hooman, it go away, me ballz;
Don't be stoopit, you gits itz oks,
Iz not fit under that bigz chairees.
Hay, Iz not fat, Iz jst fluffy,
PLZ, I is sad, sad, sadz, look at meeze;
Gets me da ball oks and I plazs happi wit uz,
Iz lizd . . . the ballz eez all minz . . .
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March 13, 2016
Poetry/Spoonerisms/Katurday Wit Mee Kat
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Categories:
oks, cat,
Form: Free verse
Perhaps she can love you more than me?
Her technicolor mesmerizes you anyway.
quality time shaped around sitcomes and commercial breaks
Sound bites interrupts the distance between us.
Perhaps she can love me too,
except, I'm not interested.
Her background noise creates headaches and heartaches
boredom masquerading as entertainment.
Does she have your heart now?
For, you only stare at her, so intently.
As though speaking a hidden language with your eyes.
Echoes of 'oks' and 'nothing is wrong', make up our dances.
Perhaps she can love you more than I?
For, your compass of emotions points towards the windows of her soul.
While I sit,
waiting for things to be different.
Categories:
oks, angst, introspection, life, loss,
Form: Free verse