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FEATHERS (for Tom)

FEATHERS (for Tom)

“…bird without feathers”.
                Plato; Woody Allen

must be
in dreamtime

surfing the betwixt
and between

to love and yet
hate
those paltry little tigers
of the domestic persuasion

so much
so much
           to talk about
think about
these ultra agile predators
dancing
    across my keyboards
snuggled up next to me

covering my universe
my hemisphere
in blankets
of dead feathers

even as tiny toys
especially as tiny tots
criminal stuff wreckers

creators
     of havoc

and yet that
curiosity, those play paws
that softness

those eyes
flashing amber
           (between, beyond
good
   and evil)

no concept of
the shame faced, simply
asking
   “Oh bird

without feathers

what did you expect?”

CONSTELLATION

CONSTELLATION

assuming the feral position
in the loadshed dark
on my bed
with a dying cat
my
  beautiful dying cat

I cannot wait for two
weeks to pass and I hit
what just has to be
my final birthday

don’t give me
rebirth
      I would be
kicking and screaming against
the very thought
of consciousness
                  possibility
of coming back

not to be u grateful
not to disrespect life, that
                sacred most
magical
      of things

but thanks but
                    no thanks

leave me be for that trillion years
until the Universe is a dead weight
of iron and
          burnt out coal

and the last civilizations who had
their faith who had their dream
are
      long long gone

maybe
      like us they had their astrology
astronomy cosmology

their genius mettle. 
                      born under
the constellation
                        which loosely
translates as the dying cat