Thursday, March 19, 2009

kitty dingleberries, eggs & death

i was frying eggs
& sausage
& percolating coffee
when i turned around
& noticed streaks
of shit on the breakfast counter
the cat had a turd
dangling from her ass
& she was attempting
to remove it
by sliding her anus on my eating surface
i got a paper towel
& pulled the clinging shit
from her fur
wiped her down w/a towelette
while the pan was still sizzling
& then i bleached the countertop
when the food was done
i decided to set my place
at the coffee table
put on some good music
sprinkle some extra salt
& generously spread the butter
on the toast
before death's rotten brown
graffiti
got any fucking closer
This blog is updated irregularly and has nothing to do with the poet's output. The poet is actually disturbingly prolific. He writes about 5 poems per day. The pages are everywhere, even stacked in the bathtub.