Mature cat seeks young kitten
for yarn pull
You pull my yarn,
I’ll purr yers…

Schrodinger’s cat is dead, perhaps
And we but lie, lie dreaming
This tit for tat means this this ain’t that
No matter what the ragweed’s weaving

Riding now into never
With every sly lie
I’m cool cat copacetic
In absolute time
Jig forever together
In metaphoric fire

So Eye and I still walking
Though Eye and I not talking
But Eye on I am watching
So do your duty Buddha buddy
Cue this cat to paradigm

Pussy willow’s virgin burp
Soft centers assorted creams
As satin sins Satan sent
Well at will
Damn stencil pencil schedule
And the dead cat band police

Your fuzzy wuzzy fur
I’ll kiss into a purr
lick you like
we’re cat and cur
when limbic low I go
ain’t no one better slow

Peeping one-eyed cat’s seafood stores
Mount used two love carnivore rides
Cast past sated loss

Cat lies on table
Tail twitching, body curved
Sleeping liquid flesh

poem excerpts and fotos by Smith

5 Responses

  1. Love the pic of your cat looking through the screen at the bird … so close, yet so far … a perfect metaphor for many of our lives, and no one more than mine…

  2. Don’t lick cat, hairball medicine would kill you, let cat lick you, Second thought, your hair might kill cat.

  3. i let a kitty cat lick me back in the 1960s – put some milk on my penis to see what her rough tongue would feel like.

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