burned and blackened far too much
by the degrees of separation
spurned and flattened, hardly touched
but deserving reparations

kicks and kisses meant to confuse
my brain of love and lacking
bricks and missiles sent to abuse,
the pain of words attacking

a dog-to-***** stockholm core
seldom rendering my assistance
logging comments, I walk home sore
done surrendering my persistence

never a dancer,
nor had I intended,
but you crafted me
from board-stiff limbs
and
with a lick and promise
I danced.

from the strings dangling down
from a heart-sporting sleeve,
a marionette I was
you tugged to the rhythms
you pulled through the silence
and against my intentions
I danced.

Balanced is the feline on fence posts in alleyways

She sits
Spanning the gap between two yards
Scanning the gap between hounds and house cats
Cruising the borderline between destruction and continuity

Would anyone tell Cat nine lives are eight lies?
No
For there is much to behold when stakes are high
Reward comes not to those who ponder
Death comes oft to kitties who wonder

The cat with nine lives spends them living
The cat with nine, lives
After all, nine is greater than one

The cat with one life spends it forgiven
The cat with one, is
After all, one is all you need

romance has a catchphrase
“til death do us part”
matter-of-fact, but vague
black and white, yet gray
crystal clear; opaque
the faces of death are many
seldom identified, often present
love can die, so can life
pleasure dies, so does strife
husband dies, as does wife

til death do us part?
of which death do we speak?
death of assertion? death of being meek?
the death of a month?
of a day? of a week?
death of strength? death of being weak?
death of desire? of eros? (thats greek)

til death do us part?
oh what does it mean?
death of a body? death of a dream?
death of ideas?
of values? of a theme?
death of solitude? death of a team?
death of a love not bursting at the seams?

death of connection? death of a spark?
death of compassion? death of a heart?
death of not knowing when death makes it’s start?
what type of death is it when death does it’s part?