I am the catman that dogs don't like.
Haughty aristocrat of the rooftops.
Wolves run in packs to submit
to a capricious mistress...
I have neither an owner nor a leash
to dictate when I can go out
to leave a scented message .
Poor lovers always ready to forget my infidelities...
Curled up behind the drawn curtains ,
peacefully purring ,I gaze upon this peculiar world ,
tapestry of dangerous emotions
that I struggle to understand
Why love is like a tame animal that we feed
with habits instead of a bowl of kibble ...
Only gullible poodles would fall for stories like that !
Sometime I dress like a gentleman .
I close the door carefully and take the elevator .
On the groundfloor miss janitor greats me respectfully .
'' Good morning Mister Katz ! ''
I reply politely .I know she works for the health department.
Her pussy always looks at me strangely...
I like to blend me with the crowd that doesn't recognize me
and don't label me as a social case...
some swim in circles in the aquarium .
Others dance on the gutters ...
there are so many ectoplasms weeping
on the couch of the soul's doctor...
The cured existentialist become a romantic poet
and the well-behaved children will throw peanuts
at Franz Kafka behind its bars ...
I am the catman who doesn't wear a star of infamy
and don't trust in the salvation of the cross...
I chose the parodoxical difference .
But I get the feeling that the neighborhood tomcats
are wary of me ...
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lorenz (Pseudonym) (
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I really loved "Mister Catman" — a piece that conceals a deep inner sadness beneath its irony. Many texts explore marginality, independence, or loneliness, but very few manage to give these themes such an original voice — so elegantly cynical and theatrically melancholic.
If I stop running across rooftrops what will I become ? A human being ?
Come to think of it people are more like cats than dogs, unfaithful, solitary, unpredictable, narcissistic, always grooming, with claws and prowling where they don't belong.
It is undoubtedly an introspective exercise...
Could be
Lorenz...wow. This is one wild, intelligent, jazz-soaked ride of a poem. The voice struts through the piece with this sly philosophical swagger that feels equal parts alley cat, existentialist, and beat poet. And if that music is yours too...damn. Smooth as hell, my friend. Totally dig the vibe and followed you on SoundCloud immediately. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Its hard to fool cats !
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