/i can't, not be profane; otherwise i'd be dyslexic! came the river, came the fluidity of expression... came the sea, came the gate-keeper practice of herr censor./

now i remember the bed,
     did i tell you why maine ****
cats are the most terrible pets?
clingy, *******...
        i remember feeling
numb, lying almost dead
on my left side,
           in a spoon position,
kissing her neck goodnight by
gently itching a kissing
imprint onto her...
                  all of a sudden the left
side of my body
would become numb...,
a bit like sleeping with a cat,
  the maine ****
breed, ******'s as tearful seeking
attention as a bloodhound....
no, wait, that's a bassett hound...
same **** different cover,
but still the numbed left
bit of me...
                ugh...
                         at least with a woman
i'd get to nibble her skin
a goodnight... the **** am i supposed
to do with a cat?
            bite into its furr?!
        ******, no...
         i tried that, didn't work,
the ****** pedigree just came
back for more attention...
              all of this, and more,
having to admire people
walking their dogs,
            leash 'n' all...
                     the **** do you manage
toilet training at 5 a.m.?
dog must have a six-pack
exercise patent on its ******* bladder!
i forget what it means to
pet a dog,
                cats? you just ignore them,
they come back slobbering
anyways....
   kickers... now that's a cat,
used to sit on my lap whenever
i ate food with my ex-girlfriend's
family, two brothers, younger sister,
ma'h and pa'h...
                she had a meow
dyslexia... could never manage
the ******: "call for reason"
identifying her as feline....
                  but sure as **** she curled
into safety when i sat down;
i'm starting to imagine
we both slept through
   the fata moprgana of
                        the everyday life...
                 ****-wit's worth
of orthography attached to
e. e. cummings...
             you can. but only if you
apply diacritical markers...
             no point sEEing english lazy...
harasho?
               you know, index folded
beneath the thumb, and,
hey presto!
                 the alternative trinity!
came the father (middle),
came the ring (mother),
    came the pinky (alternatively
a daughter): finger!
                guess what's diabolical
about china?
generation one child state policy...
comes all cuckoo with
a delay button...
                     press, the, red, NOW!
because why do people
find it hard to pet cats?
             those attention seeking
****** only fathom ignoring them...
cats are, after all, predatory,
       you give them the required
attention, when they seek it...
         plus, i love dogs,
    but i simply abhor walking
a dog on a leash,
     with a kaganiec: i.e. a, muzzle...
**** turns out sado-masochistic
with only a wish to extend
the rubber layer past the ******
attire...
              ****...
        at least cats you can endure
by ignoring them...
        no leash, no muzzle...
                sometimes the rough
and tumble of playing to agitate,
i.e. a kanine incission,
   a paw scratch...
                       otherwise?
                 free as a ******* fairy!
cute, hairy, kritters;
but whenever the male decides
to share a bed with me,
i'm reminded of that one relationship
lasting a whole st. petersburg
insomnia summer...
       spooning her body to fall asleep,
numb to one side.
        why does hair not
                           smell of carrots?!