Cat clean – foto by Smith
New Smith/Ball song at Bare Cat Blues . . . from a poem three days old into a song two days young. My words and vocals, Peter Ball’s music and recording. Peter says, “Both of us sound like we are driving fast along a cliff road and may go over and meet the surf and rocks below any moment. Somehow we survive.”
There are 23 more Smith/Ball songs at reverbnation.com/mutantsmith.
None of which has anything to do with today’s poem, except they’re both part of my July poem push . . . 9 senryu for Mandy’s 9 lives.
Mandycat Snaps
Does soft surface dance
paw paw press purr tail swish swish
making milk and bread
No mendicant she
It’s straight ahead need want now
No please or later
She is training me
She has hungers, she has needs
I’m the means they’re met
She works my buttons
Cries, rubs, purrs, scratches, bites
Get her wants and when
She does what she wants
Her path her time her meow
It’s her her herness
Cat folk live longer
It is because of the purr
And softness of fur
It is her head butts
Her little “Hey, you’re okay”
That make my day
She watches us
Small moves, big moves, in between
To replicate us
Heat has got her down
Full fur on floor hugging cool
Can’t find her zipper
— Smith, 7-21-2011
Cat water – foto by Smith