The machinery of life is too much
The tests, the numbers, the x-rays
You are the clown cat, Marshall, always making me smile
Your white fur, your polydactyl hands that hold mine
I hold you now, I let you go, I love you
I breathe in your last breath with you.
Categories:
polydactyl, cat, death, loss, memorial,
Form: Free verse
polydactyl fractals
and digital manipulation
like "fat fingers"
pushing "astroturf" clods
and "usefull idiots" onto the street
into the traffic
goose stepping in lockstep
against what they're for
unaware
their prophets decrying profits
(historically elite)
the politburo oligarchy
with power
from the barrel of a gun
and needing Adam Smith
to eat
but oh well
what's a few hundred million
citizens
between fiends?
Categories:
polydactyl, political,
Form: Free verse
In a wooden cottage
Beside the sea
The voice of Hemmingway is calling me
Come and join the six toed cats
Gathering in my comfy lap
They'll be taking their evening nap
This is all I have of this
So I guess its time to quit
(In no way would I disrespect Hemmingway or his writings. This is just something that is
whimiscal from the fact that the Maine Coon Cats with the polydactyl trait still live at his
home in Key West.)
Categories:
polydactyl, people, pets, places, sea
Form: I do not know?