Litter Box

tending to the litterbox
is not a task preferred
for it truly is the shittiest
this much, you may have heard
’tis a piteous endeavor
for regardless of one’s diligence
attempting to remove each clump
will only beget new remnants
which make it near impossible
to execute a thorough riddance
fomenting one’s obsessive compulsive
hyper-vigilance
enveloped in the vortex
like a kuiper belt of quantum droppings
spiraling into eclipsing suns
where time refuses stopping
then, of course, your kitty cat
will promptly perpetrate intrusions
seeming to have lain in wait
to vitiate your trial’s conclusion
which, perhaps, is preferable
when compared to their predilection
orchestrating olfact’ry affronts
upon Edesia’s token
flippantly forgoing such civilities
as inhumation
leaving fumes to waft
into the window of your sustenation
scarcely does exist a tool
designed for proper execution
in the realm of undoing the wrath
of your kitten’s ablutions
then there is the consequence
inflicted by toxoplasmosis
subjecting one to a life
of perilous subconscious motives
disavowing dignity
despite one being none the wiser
all the while as wit and wisdom
wither into states most dire
some might think to situate
the litterbox afar from self
who all too soon then acquiesce
to errant marks of tacit tell
with expeditious ardor
one must hearken to the litterbox
pray barter not
for any act thus subsequent
will end in loss
in this, I have said enough
to warrant any Dalek’s malice
were that one could graciously
exterminate me of this VALIS
render me a willful interfusion
as the litter’s fodder
so that we might revel
in the vortex of a river, godless
lo, a life indentured to the servitude
of any feline’s ward
shall verily be filled
with languid litter duty
evermore

kitten primer

if, by chance, you come across
a docile kitten, quaint and cute

be well aware, for underneath
there lies a hidden, hardened brute

where any motion you might make
could warrant your evisceration

solely by the merit
of an instinctual inclination

sure, they’re fluffy and aloof
most wonted to ignore your presence

dare not presume, like a doofus
they won’t smite you straight to heaven

those teeth might seem small and harmless
but they bear a razor’s edge

the consequence which might result
is not a bet that one should hedge

not to mention, kittens possess claws
of legendary sharpness

one false step, and you’ll wind up a charm
on grandma’s jeweled escarpment

artfully they will give chase
to flailing limbs left unattended

ankles, elbows, knees, and toes
will face a wrath not to be mended

dangling appendages will rightly face
a roughshod mangling

i advise you not to leave
your naughty-bits exposed and hanging

kittens pounce from every angle
none have yet to telegraph

and any fool who thinks they’re able
fails to comprehend the math

you plus kitten equals
an humiliated human-being

subdivided by the shame
of fates which should have been foreseen

so keep your flitting fingers to yourself
lest ye be masticated

try your best to adore kittens
whence ye can safely evade them

[image credit: Louis Wain]

As Sorrows Bleed

meet me
where the shadows drift
apart
from who we are

where waning tides
reveal the rift
that weeps
into the stars

wrap me
amid layers
of a long
forgotten kiss

our voices
led astray
upon the solace
of your lips

shake me
to the rhythm
of our innocence
denied

pray not let us
fall
into a conscious
state of lies

for all
this world
has proven
naught
but torment in reprise

and so
we take our leave
as sorrows bleed
for you and i