Cat Food

This morning  …I stepped out into

The already pewter-grey and stagnant

Hot resinous day  to put th last of my tools

Into the truck before   leaving-off to the sacred

Cycle of grind.  & There at my left, in the northern

Shade of the house, beside the garden hose & spool,

Was the little calico cat.     (She’s fully-grown but still

Little by comparison.        Modest in stature only, she

Is autonomous as any barn cat)     & she was tossing

What appeared,   from the distance,    to be a young

Wilted bunny cadaver.    Fulsome after the hunt, she

Flung it around in playful carnival,  as a killer whale

Tosses a baby seal on the shoreline. This same li’l

Affectionate feline  that will settle into any one of

Our laps around the fire   & purr & wallow in it. 

She’s a calculated murderess without principle

As she glad clutches clean teeth    & jawbone

Around pulsing desperate throat;   this same

Mug that nuzzles and piques.     If we were

A lot smaller,    just a bit smaller than she,

…No question,   we would,  in her eyes,

Be seen as pleasingly fresh,  recently ren-

dered lifeless as our only option, muscled 

& furred cat food to the able.  The hunt &

Subjugation manner   that is her birthright &

Ours unlocks a door to death as an inclination.

Such is th duality of earth life:  So illustrated

To be no less factual in the work of this cat

She’s cute as it gets when I pull in the driveway

Doing the check-me-out dance & idling motorboat 

Purr ... she brush & serpentine warm & against my legs

As I walk to the back door.   I…know it’s not about hunger,

This time, because she juts her head up to meet my lowered hand;

If it were about frustration & feline hunger, she’d diss my affection &

Make for the door to pine away & pose until somebody opens a can.

She stays for more than the food, though.     I figure she likes us.

There’s comfort here for her gentle/lethal nature,  & dualism is

Alive & well in the place we call get up and get some, FUCKERS

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We live in a time when liars and thieves,  snitches & bullies,  white-collar scoundrels,

loose-cannons & secret predators thrive all th way to th topper-most posts in our nation.

Ladies & gentlemen   feeding off of th disenfranchisement  of th very folk who house them

How this country can let this cabinet   go into the history books without  an  impeachment

is the greatest perplexity I’ve ever known as an American.  The severance package that

awaits them all after all is said & done is a slap in the face;   a mockery to civilization!

& yet, what is civilization?  These people, the products of our institutions, are. 

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…So if the best we can realistically expect to do today is preserve a headstrong capitalist

civilization,   & that,   definitively,   means cyclically war-torn civilizations,   then what does

that indicate to a future people that will continue to procreate and populate,  impulse and e

xtrapolate each living soul’s threadbare ways & means,  by well-birth or by poor-birth or

in-between?  If notions of world peace &/or a coherent benevolence of humanity towards

earth & culture is strongly perceived as fruitless, absurd, naïve, pinko, etc., …then “war”,

waves upon waves of new electronics/drugs technology & political office marketing, and

across-the-board inflation of every cost of living is what we have to pass down to our

progeny?

Hmm.   So it’s either go fuck yourself…or okay, sounds like a plan.   Cake or death, man.

Man o man, what a legacy another hundred years from now.   When they made the movie

Planet of the Apes, even back then, they were such smart cookies.   We perceptivity, we

diligent,  we structurally sound  by means of scary weapons  &  sophisticated supervision. 

Cool.  I’ve finally taken the clarifying mallet blow upon my thick as a brick skull.  I get

it now.  It makes perfect sense to me.  Growing old means pissing away the blessing and

taking a bitter pill with a glass of sweet compromise; the consolation being in the catnap.

The greatest of all our minds are dying with information pressed firmly between pages 

so carefully read & then, ultimately, abstractedly, duly unread for sake of realism & id.

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Id begins us & id ends us.  Here I thought it was about achieving enlightenment herein, knowing laughter, love and ability, & trying to inspire progeny to live in pursuit of their highest notions while finding peace in the service of others.  Who’s been fooling whom, …yo?   

Although I know a gent who is 74, fit as a university sculler with a hangover:    He still bangs his head against the walls   with theories and postulates of hope and benevolence for sake of love & perfection ...while listening to the screams.

I’ve always figured he’s a better man than I; likely I’ve been correct as  he’s never quit Trying to rediscover the America he’s watched vanish into tailored pockets 

& I’m on the brink right now, it would Appear,  with regards to my nationalism.  Just too little going on to inspire my optimism anymore. 

But, I wish you well in your endeavors as artists, athletes, academics, drinkers & lovers.  You the people.