Slither (Notevember 2021, #30)
I put my thumb on the scales
Finding only
that it changed the weight of things not one bit
A new light…
I put my thumb on the scales
Finding only
that it changed the weight of things not one bit
A new light…
Last week left me all verklempt
Let’s catch up and restart
Why not make a new attempt
To patch up two broken hearts
The fuck is this? The fuck is that?
One rule for man, and one for cat?
Of course this choice of meal has me quite troubled
Since it suggests your standards must have doubled
There is a yearning in the metal. A voice. You can hear it, can’t you, Kenna?
Brothers, you of fang and fur
Purebred, mongrel, hound and cur
Wolf and half-breed, sisters all
Join me in the full-moon call
Where will you be when inspiration strikes?
If it does
Creeping up on you
Pouncing when there’s nothing to
write on, draw with, play
A privileged gentleman of some repute
claimed that I had ruffled his feathers
He was so upset
by my breach of etiquette
that he could hardly keep it together
“Hortense, did you – and I’m not angry if you did – but did you break this Potion of Ocean?”
“No, mistress. And you would be angry if I did…