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