funkcat.com - part plot, part not plot
I
watched your hands
she
does not come from memory
a half burnt smoke
waulking wounded
after brushing smooth
in my world
lying here
snow catches wind
inside
luscious lollipops
the
lies
how have I built?
I haven't firmed
things in passing
the cops are upset.
roll around
I have the same life
she is calm
initiated by a wish
I return to the fountain
I
can walk farther
I have seen happiness lose
I play
in the streets
in bed
at night
come
in my lounge
did you like my eyes
my
life is too real
last night
devotion is not a habit
a
parent
Funk is pain
leaving a week long trip
does art imitate life?
mattie
I finally threw our picture away
I feel like an old doctor
her nails on my side.
I will take my muse's advice
the formal business words
the
lawn sprinkler
deferred life plan
Honey Bear
she
held a small finch
not stopping
I don't eat well
a flight of stairs to 3am
my fingers are cut up
as a
man
be careful what you pretend to be
the cat finds life
why are you so afraid
sniffin glue
today i began the summer
times i feel
I spent most of the night
I am a lover
phantasmal fluff
I'm
leaving Sacramento
adorable face
the sun rose
i
cooked
I return to the fountain
sit on its ledge
and stare.
I wait for it to happen.
impatient, I scratch my face on the opening
but it does not happen.
I sit,
I stare.
I feel the hand move up my back, above my
head,
now I remember;
a rush,
a fear,
OK
if it comes a little at a time.
for months I've watched it
teased it
ran.
today I arc my back through it,
soak my fur
and fall,
alive
into the tub.