Friday, December 6, 2013

Feline Fantasy

No silver anklets, thank you!
I don't need those pointy stilettos either
To announce my arrival, or the music
Around my being alive.

Tell me more about you, or let's
Just talk about the weather
Don't ask me where I am going
Because I may not know, or worse
I may be heading where
Where you don't usually let your thoughts go!

After a while, even judgment loses its edge
And talking about choices
Turns into one of those futile
Social see-saws, which you put me on,
To feel good about yourself

The key to feeling great is to live
Like a cat; jumping off balconies,
Squeezing through gaps, using
Flexible ribs and whiskers
Accomplishing great kills
(Rats, squirrels, pigeons)
Without a single, audible, footfall.

Thursday, December 5, 2013

Release

Feelings can sometimes be abandoned
Just like getting out of a pair
Of really tight jeans, at the end of the day.
And crawling into the soothing softness
Of a well-made bed. 

Not thinking about tomorrow 
Not thinking about today
Just taking a break before
You have to get back into
The same pair of pants. 

Next morning, renewed, you're ready
To confront them
To accept them
To analyze them
To ignore them
To deny them
To change them

Whatever. 
It's nice to not just have them on,
Right now.