well... guess i found my totem...
point being...
what's the difference
between alice cooper's
feed my frankenstein
and mötley crüe's
dr. feelgood...
     christopher young's
something to thing
about from hellraiser:
hellbound
   and john williams':
     song from
     the map room dawn
piece?
             i hear an
accent... slightly vague,
encrypted...
   but somehow prevalent...
  it's not succumbing
to teasing with plagiarism -
the full orchestra comes
into play in the john williams'
suite...
     let's just keep it at:
there is reciprocating -
   a complimentary bias -
a teacher, a student,
somehow the two efforts
of musical composition collide...
ever so, slightly...
but i have found a totem...
  like **** trying to boast
egoism by choosing a lion...
a fox...
  hardly a dog, pretty much
half a cat...
but certainly not a vermin...
a quasi enlarged rat...
        it doesn't matter if
i spend the rest of the night drinking
and writing very little...
i have the pictures...
he has,
   my interests;
crazy cat lady, move aside...
        you can't put a leash
on a fox...
no more than you can on a cat:
as my wizened grandmother
used to and still say:
a cat has his own paths...
  you can't own a cat,
you don't have a leash...
a cat own, you...
        it's not exactly neglect
when you enjoy the parlance of
"neglect" with a cat...
****... i'm happy he can forget
about me, and i'm all the more
willing to snuggle a *******
pillow...
    because? tree-hugging isn't
my thing...
  and it's annoying sharing
a bed with another body,
other than my shadow...
constipated...
           like eating
an Irish broth or a Hungarian
goulash using chopsticks...
  one word: huh?!
       if that *******
lover-boy of a maine ****
once again tries to **** his way
into my bed during the night
to snuggle up to me...
i swear to god...
   i'll shave his *******
tail and make him look like
an enlarged rat!
                  i sleep alone...
a company of my own shadow
is plenty of company;
thank you, very much.