Category: poems

I put my thumb on the scales
Finding only
that it changed the weight of things not one bit
A new light…

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

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

Four froggy companions
Through mountains and canyons
Had traveled on roads leading home
They had walked for a week…

I recognize this corridor
That checkered pattern on the door
That rugged mat and slanting floor
I feel it in my feet

No time like the present
You have to eat it while it’s a lunar crescent
The taste is strange but pleasant
Tart, and almost effervescent