Tomcat Moan

a collab with MuSe Ampoule

 

look at that cat ...

tearing 3 am out of my morning
          mourning rising dawn
          forsake dreams to wake the dead
          cursing night players
screaming mythos from my head
and I wondered
if that clock cared
3 clangs rang… and bang
a pillow full of grit
roman numerals underhand
three i's - capitalized
her story in Greek 

just wanted to sleep
          you know as well as I
          ...sleep is for the dead  
The sand man commeth
but not for my sad head
          leaves me lost
          clock staring mad
and that damned cat
too chicken to fight 

Full moon and arched backs  

cross-eyed pheromones  

that low feline moan   

and my window is open

          to suggestion -

          a brick… or that

          broken red stiletto     

          she left here long ago

 

red always looked good on her ... 

 

Author's Note

The result of a bit of late night fun with the ever imaginative MuSe Ampoule , hope you enjoy .

Image: http://www.notablebiographies.com/images/uewb_06_img0401.jpg (found after piece was written, thanks Musey ! )

Reviews

[MuSe Ampoule]

All I's got ta say is... you rock! You've turned me on to Kerouac and made a wonderful dance partner! You started the crazeetrain with the first two lines and working with you was near effortless!

Any time you want to leak your muse on me...feel free!

[Ed Hart]

i've had those sounds come out of me

[Tina Kline]

A very clever and fun poem. Fantastic collaboration. Hearing those cat fights is the worse. An awful sound to wake up to and also like the thoughts going on in the person's head upon hearing this tomcat moan.

[Patches I'm not so new..]

I did this is a very amusing colaberation I just relish the switch in the last strophe
a nice ending and a glimpse into how the sleepy mind works bravo!