The cats gather
en masse every
time I sit
down to write.
One by one, they
jump up on the
big maple desk,
and walk across the
keyboard.
Mojo swats at
Shadow's tail.
Bukowski nips at
my fingers as they
peck at the keys.
It's going to be
a long night.
The cats don't
understand poetry
or marketing.
Shadow hisses, and
jumps down.
Bukowski gets
bored, and bites at
the cords.
He gets overly
excited, and slips off
the back of the desk.
The wild look in
his eyes flash
centuries of power
and sadness.
I think of my feral
days on the streets,
stealing booze, and
sleeping under
bridges in
December.
I wrote my words on
the walls of the
abandoned
houses.
And now,
such beautiful
providence.
I quit drinking and
I live in a town with
a clear lake. I catch
fish and eat them.
I've published three
books and I write my
poetry on a
computer that my
three cats view as
a playground.
Sometimes,
it all seems like a
furry dream.
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Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
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Comments7
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i liked the antithesis between the past and the present, it made the piece look complete and neat
Thanks. I appreciate it.
Such light and playful mood, full of respect for the harder past. Cheers to your poem, your optimism, and nine lives!
Thank you, so much.
That dream has brought many words to us all Thomas and well may it continue.
Andy
Thanks, Andy.
Good write T.
thank you.
A brilliant poem, Thomas. Powerful and poignant but with a humour there too. Really well done.
Thanks, Tom. Much appreciated.
Insight that is very generously shared, Thomas I always believed we wouldn't be us without the crap and if we are lucky enough to rise from it we are these amazing beings that truly see all sides of everything. It doesn't surprise me at all you have a cat called Bukowski he is really also inside you. A wonderful read Sir. 🌹
I agree. so thankful for your review and comment.
there are no pussies on the streets are there Tiger ..
I know I have been there a long time ago maybe, but a cat never forgets ..
and this is so cool for them .. Neville
Thanks, bro.
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