me or the cat?
Sunday, July 27th, 2008me or the cat?
by Wolfgang Nibori
listen to the baby cry under dark blue sky
spiked through with star light
dash of streetlamp glow thrown across the grass
lanky, sleeking tomcat; you breathe wrong he is gone
moments as a pile of dust, sneeze and all is blown
high thrown as a kite string slash, beg mercy of the wind
off they roll as tumbleweeds, in motion yet in death
only serve to plant the seeds, what they used to be
higher and higher beyond glass placed over another’s world
inside it’s all the tumbling dice machines fail to predict
shaking hands, hand me down, pitch another bet
shaking hands, hold me down, best if we forget
forget and cut your eyes lest you start to empathize
let realization come condense
there but for the grace of choice go I
still not any hero for standing right across the line
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