i
am
s  o
sorry
that   i
couldn't
help you
find  your
way    back
to your heart.

it is just after dusk,
and the day has gathered
it's coloured petticoats and
fled.

the sleek, white and black
patched cat,
from three doors
down, to the left
has taken up position,
on
the next door neighbor's shed.

she sits,
preening under the
moth dappled spotlight,
as she sings an aria
of love and seduction
* Un'aura amorosa—"
A loving breath"*
perhaps....

all the males
come to listen in,
testosterone,
induced adoration.

even the
little blucat
with only
vaguest memories
of infatuation, tries to heed
her siren call...
pressing
himself against
the glass sliding door
praying
for two miracles
the first being
osmosis
and the second
the reincarnation
of long lost testicles.

but
alas,
alack
god does not heed his
plaintive cries...

and besides the party
next door
is now over....
closed down
by a shower
of rain
sent by garden hose

all cats,  
now wend their
way home to
dinner's cold
and  hearth's warm
or to fight
as alley cats do
in dark corners
of this urban sprawl

awaiting the
midnite reprise
of the
operatic caterwaul
at number
two seventy four.

We walk this world
as if it's our own
and we destroy it
like we can fix it afterwards

We waste so many ideas,
so many lives;
We tell so many lies,
we hate so many things

We walk this world
as if it's our own
and we destroy it
like we can fix it afterwards

We act as if we rule others,
as if we don't need them;
We burn so many bridges,
we ruin so many buildings

We walk this world
as if it's our own
and we destroy it
like we can fix it afterwards

We'll never understand
and we'll never listen;
We'll never pay attention
and we'll never take care

We walk this world
as if it's our own
and we destroy it
like we can fix it afterwards.

We'll never give,
but we'll always be given
We'll never get what we want
and we'll never know what it is

We walk this world
as if it's our own
and we destroy it
like we can fix it afterwards.