back-alley cat ponderings
By Taunting The Reaper
fittingly near the edge
of a puzzling madness
clawing at a wind full of it
scooping it out of a craterous moon
in a midnight sky
I lay in the back alleys
of border towns
where gray skies blanket my grief
and soft-shoe strangers whisper by
indifferent to my scratching
border towns are a good place for strays
like me
I go unnoticed
by people halfway between the here and the there
sliding through slithering streets
that wind around damp, little, dark places
places that send a chill sputtering through you
bold enough to leave you on the front steps
of your own form-fitting hell
where you can scream alone
in the unadulterated frost of death
I buy my breaths in dark, empty places
so that the wind doesn’t steal
the hope I hide in dust clouds
of reeking angst
cashing in on the dull multiplicity
of a thousand lost creatures like me
banking on the salvation
found in the hearts of half dead men
in foxholes
who dare to wait for sunshine
while hiding in a garden of gangrenous limbs
what is it like when an alley cat dreams?
what can I fathom without this hitch?
this hitch is called time
in prison
you’ll come to rages gripped by the hand of a clock
spending yourself in the slobber of torment
suspended in the paralytic thoughts
of one cat’s immortal night
Comments on "back-alley cat ponderings"
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A former member wrote:
this haunts me.
it's specific enough to get the picture, but vague enough that others can identify and relate with a moment of thought like that.
love it.
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On Friday, December 10, 2010, Malcholm Dark
(806) wrote:
fantastic write... somber and sad... a perfect end... thank-you
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On Tuesday, June 30, 2009, RubyXero
(481) wrote:
perfect ending. I loved the description with the skies to the "slithering Streets" such a scene you create! great piece
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On Saturday, May 16, 2009, The Lipstick Factor
(288) wrote:
Great title--stellar write. Very well captured.
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On Thursday, May 7, 2009, Mylissa
(825) wrote:
I agree with saintedmad, I adore this.
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A former member wrote:
i adore the simple crazy metaphors in this. haunted palces and hearts. .where the silence of us lurks and lingers. ..