tomcat

by india southgate.

 

you are a cruel thing, 
with that low tolerence for life.
how is that going for you?
i see you lingering 
at the end of the driveway
staring down my door
at war with yourself
tail tucked
brushing those full fat cheeks,
i come to get the milk and you go.

i hear you 
catterwalling at night
outside my window,
your inarticulate lament 
penetrating my long slim dream
where i come to the window and you go.

golden at the heart of blue flame,
i stare steep cream, blind ruby ribbons 
you claw, i can't rewind...

time in my mind...

i love you,
but you've got to go.
i know you couldn't help it.
go burn through the rest of those lives without me, baby.

[unpublished]

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