sometimes a guy just needs a beer ::
tail up

tail up
purr
walk the dinner party legs
brush figure–of–infinity
stroke me

watching the myriad
lean down
claw slashed
blood

no not that
not stroke
stroke me
don’t

there’s an unfed
a hunger
the slashing
there's a block

my legs are purred
i know the tale
i stand away

my legs are purred
i know the tale
i hold away

my legs are purred
i know the tale

but the persistence
the persistence

my legs are purred
my hands bleed

sod the fucking cat

poem

2K7:9

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beer & poetry
white the train
i am the air
not ten
such fur to stroke
no
cliché
i am hit
it’s not an alien axe
i’ve seen denied
if i pounce these
so
uses powerful language tail up




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