Tuesday, March 7, 2017

Kerri Shying R - # 199 - Midnight Floorboard

Midnight Floorboard

the movement of the lucky cat arm   supplants the ticking
clock  a year unwound  on the floor there’s Max
a rough 8 inches high   at the shoulder he  plays this mesmerizing game of fetch
with his cockroach  chum    he is sat now staring  keen  while

behind the television paddymelon   a small bronze kitten
mimics him with some intensity  as though he might be the Rasputin
of dogs  after all I have seen this roach beaten stamped on thrown into
the air and flopped upon quite heavily  still each time Max   retreats
leg threads quiver into life    I want to  yell

just die already

so I can go to bed
so I can get into my nightie
so I can put this house to bedand  turn out all the lights

so I can fold my legs and sit in meditation
settling in to oneness with the breath
just die


  1. Wonderful! That roach will need to be consumed for an end.So many wonderful moments in there.

  2. Replies
    1. I posted it, then looked up and read Kristen's, a cry of ROACH POEMS fell into the empty room....

  3. and my cockroaches invaded only yesterday
    ... it's a roachgeist moment clearly

    1. The things have all been activated. Run run.

  4. WOW - what a powerful poem - really hit me right in that spot where fantastic poems do! Loved it!!! And, of course, as Kit has suggested, these invading cockroaches deserve to be part of a new edited collection - Cockroach Daydreams.


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