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

7 comments:

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

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

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

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

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  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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