Cat on my lap
Licking my lips
Salt beef lemonade
Burning like a candle
Gently dissipating
My baby is asleep
I have been a destitute
Gave up the gob
Gave up kropotkin
Gave you the witch
Was it an indenting
Was it a collision
Was it a preamble
Cooling in the snow
Stomach warm as rabbit fur
Reveling in cat
Privilege exuding
From every curl and pounce
Do I have a meaning
Do I give a lift
Will there be a leaning
Towards the cerebrospinal
Epilogue
The consternation in the lake
They're all the same after the first nine
Raymond Chandler said
To the femmes of vast oblivion
Emanating from his saucer
Do you want a baby
Do you want a rat
Do you want a daddy
What's the point of that
I am slowly dying
Guilt becoming gangrene
Otherwise I'd put my
Head between your legs
Much more often
Like cooking a
Yorkshire pudding
Like putting a bun in the oven
O you are a daisy
Purple white and little
Wind belies those petals
Coursing through your roots
O you are a perfume
Bigger than a mountain
O you are a ripple
Flowing through the rapids.
28.10/17
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