Travel Shorts

It rained all night
pattering on my pillow
a consistent buzz like
purring.
Velcro claws
catching
interrupt rhythmic
sleep. Finally
dawn streaks
through the sky
and
miniature tiger
gets her ambush.


My cat has her spaying operation today. I was interested in marking the occasion with a little ode because I am totally mushy on the sly. I looked up the collective nouns for tiger here .

Mechanical wings
laden with words.
She'll knock you for six,
she'll blow you away.

Quietly squeal queer bird.
Mechanical wings clipped
and words pirouette like feathers

or hard rain.

I - nihilistic lyricist - find him
This 'I' is indivisibly criticising,
inviting irking crisis.
His dizzying impish grin
visibly minimising this.
Imbibing inky gin in my lips
I mimic gigglingly this smiling.
I try inflicting witticisms,
inviting his kiss. My wish is
lignifying.
I wish inciting rhythmic, skirmish rising,
Him - dizzyingly writhing in divinity -
twitching his virility in my lips,
In this vicinity I am his.
I'm trickishly slicing lyrics in
his thirsty kiss -
citing him inspiring.
His thrills stirring in my tits
I jitteringly sing;
twinning drinking jism with my
stringy sighing
igniting
firing.

I've always liked how smoking sounds
said the poet to the thief
in dancing tendrils
on a bank under
rain. It drizzlingly
mimics
the sounds of small papers
crinkling around their leafy delights
and lights
catching her cheeks.
I check -
she's succeeded.
She sharply sucks
and I foolishly jibber
I write because I have to.

And I don't even know if she smokes.

Rowboat

Clinging to this rock
can’t see in the dark.
Hear sick
white horses
galloping unshackled
and words
bend
truth like
waves bend
wood
on the rattling waters.

We are friendly

our knitted sweaters

mask

from the rain

muse sings

and strings

make pictures

mask

from the rain