cy

down down

that lonely road

pruned with the stale blood of the cold cats

already struck on the street

why is it that

i must fall in love with the moon

and the unreachable

they come for the fences first

bold barriers to people like me

those who will select the right perfect colour of the wood

only to strangle under night half of the time

i can hear one aiming its ass

to piss on the stars

i listen to another dying under a large willow

where i used to hide as a child

here at my feet that have stepped on bugs unknowingly

a wild cat has found a nest

unlike the bright bird that is now

flying still in a mouth

this that can kill the man

the electric fur concluding civilization in a pat

the possible jungle found in each bowl reached for

the terror tongue that will lick my hand

like meat

it looks up at me

with ocean eyes that fear water

giving a glance i will mistake for contentment

before it

loved in my lap

tangled in my thighs

scratches my leg

and watches my blood pour

life