My cat’s timing is
impeccable.
I’ve been slothful
with writing lately,
and the cats play
the antagonist.
I sit in my
favorite chair and
put some Vivaldi on.  
I’m determined to write.

As soon as I pick up
my notebook and pen,
the black one with
the white spot on
her neck jumps on  
my lap and bites at
the moving ink pen.

Her sister chases
imaginary bugs on
the coffee table, and
knocks over a slim
glass of water.
She runs away.

The newest edition to
my cat family is a
large tiger stripped
female that is
currently trying to
avoid the puddle, while
she bats at the
leaves of the fig tree.

I bet Bukowski
didn't have to
deal with this ****.
On second thought,
he probably did.

She led me to the waterfront
I cast a skimming stone
three bounces secured true love that day
seeds of future lives were sown

we married in a small town church
two rings blessed with a kiss
a baby was born the following spring
three bounces gave us bliss

alas, our bairn was taken after three short years
from this it became hard to recover
so we walked back to the waterfront
three bounces, this time, cast by my lover

in the years that passed, five children were raised
each one filled with joy and laughter
the first born was always spoke of and rejoiced
as much as the ones that came after

we often led them to the waterfront
they cast skimming stones, perfecting the art
my love and I smiled with pride
three bounces was just the start

I miss you
If I said I didn't care, it'd be a lie
I'm as sure as ever
And my heart has cried this time

Your skin and lips that brushed hard against mine
I miss that
But I long for your gorgeous smile
That lights up the room in the blink of an eye

******* that looked tight and shapely in your floral dress
I do miss that
But maybe not as much
As the rest of you

And how you swept your hair that day
Off your face? I just stared at those brown eyes
I hope you know that miss all of you, I do
These are the traces of that day

If my tears felt like warm rain
That would drizzle upon the windowpane
Your kiss upon my cheek would feel like heaven
And November ends

I've missed you so much
Hoping you'd think of me too
When you sip your morning coffee
Without me

I wish to know, where blizzards blow
And bring their snow without me
To know the night beyond the light
Of cities, dark and downy

Those solemn spaces, old and wild
With hoary fields asway
Where trees are darker than the sky
Where everlong I'd stay

I wish to tread, like ashes spread
Some buoyant body brought along
While diamonds glitter overhead
And I amidst their starry throng

Before the stormy night they stand
The empty buildings high and grand
Windows black and diamond plated
The stars about their glassy faces

Monoliths and moonlight kissed
All tightly packed against the winds
Freezing stone and white as bone
Alight along the rainy roads

And further still the swirling hills
Receive the heavens overhead
Some mighty tryst, an inky rush
From here I watch them touch

Sea thief
Little daughter
About to disturb water

Joy amongst toys
Astounding smile
As you buoy that blue pearl

Love yourself
Lovely lady
And shelf that smile next to your ducky

Kingdom queen
Bubble crown
Manage those tides between your feet