Turning

The pain of this existence
Feels better than anything else
I could do to myself
To take it away
Burn my face off
Menthol peel
See the world through
Newer eyes
Change the path
Kill the rut
Tears are at bay
Careful not to agitate
Maybe more to sing
Play the church organ
In the echo of my mind
Dreaming of a
Spiritual time
And a green cat visits
Long hair and glowing
Bird drowning let me
Rescue you and
I do safely from
Succumbing to the water
Of your cage another
Bird cockatiel joins the
Other parakeet and
A large bird reaches in
With his beak to take the
Heart beneath the wings
Of another and I stop
This saying no as the tissue
Stretches and the giant
Bird releases freeing the heart
Walking into the back room I
Find a green kitten
Who are you holding
And loving you stay
So soft
Please stay

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Infuriations

She was the cat that would scratch
A true bitch to the end!
Just a little corn to wet your whistle
Oil your joints and snap you back
Not too many now you know
Could make it harder to keep living
Words or other phrases
Dangling earrings and hymns
On the front porch
Give a stretch and a yawn
Beginning to hold onto the ideas
That maybe we could make
Something if these furies
Wait for the cows to come home
Guess the more we say the
Less there is to be talking about later
Wouldn’t want to lose sleep
Over it but it does feel good
Seeing as the right thing is said
After a long wait for a good time
Or a cuddle under the milky way

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Phantasm

Smoke filled semi-transparent
Moments peeking through
The weeds
A caterwaul
Will keep the lantern
Out of sight
Portable green eyes
Moving like shadows in the night
Shapeshifters
Changing size
Multiple tracers
Quickly switching
Into lasers finally rise
In catatonic bells
Ringing out through
Total darkness
Verbal sounds in bleak surprise
Increasing elements that speak of
Sensory stimulation
Our musky smells
Electric shocks
Flashing chirrups and bird calls
Rest your temples
On my breast and yowl away
Convinced of what
Began underneath a simple guise
Circled in a séance
Hovering over Germany
In the late 18th century
Psychedelic purrs
Pulsate and flirt reverberating
Off of every transformer nearby
Can you hear the hiss of
Locusts humming
In my heart
Meow

© GÄ