my girl is a cat & I like her like that
she goes meow & scratches my face;
she eats her kibble & lies down to go
to sleep in a big pillow in the middle
of the living room floor; she's so psychic
just like any cat but when I slipped a
hit of acid in her water she didn't freak
out at all just lay down like always &
slept soundly; waking up with wide eyes
as if she had dreamed of mice coming
out of every corner which wasn't even far
from the truth as at the time we lived
in a ghetto but soon we packed up &
moved to the suburbs w/ my painfully
bourgeois gf who didn't want to be seen
walking down our old street; didn't
bother me; me & Allie the Cat on a
first name basis w/ the drug dealers &
crack ****** who weren't all that bad
once u got to know them; Allie sitting
peacefully in the window watching the
nightly drive-by, sometimes I would
entertain a neighbor or two & drink too
much & start regaling them w/ stories
of the Bowery & how I got kicked
out of CBGB's umpteen times; we all
laughed, smoked crack & drank Bud Ice
& they'd tell me how their parents used
to shoot up in front of them; I must have
heard that story a thousand times;
Allie is a lot older now; she still sits in
the window but looking out on squirrels
collecting acorns & kids on their bikes
is nothing compared to random stabbings
& shakedowns by undercover cops; I
think she misses our colorful old
neighbors; I know I do but I don't miss
the gunfire at four in the morning
& the rats that were twice Allie's size