"neko" poems
Hey mom...
it's me your oldest son,
first baby,
first headache.
I just wanted to talk to you,
it's been so so long since we talked
and I just wanted to check in with you,
so...how you been?
Things have been okay with me I guess,
you should the others they're growing up so fast
Neko is probably taller than you,
Meena is so beautiful she acts like us,
and Ian he's getting so big he looks like his dad though.
But I'm still the same-old, non-athletic,tech head,weirdo son
you left behind that day.
Well I hope that you got wifi at your house
in the clouds so you can read this but,
LOVE & MISS YOU
Sincerely
Baby #1
Apr 20, 2016
Apr 20, 2016 at 5:01 AM UTC
the door opens to Neko's Grill
I turn, as I do with the opening of any door,
expecting it to be Anna, expecting her
face to go from that smilerest to that
statuesque, expecting that stone
to send me to her side in the hospital,
the time when the pills took too fast
and she didn't carry it out,
hospital gown, grey dots, white backdrop
my glasses filled up
and I watched my tears land on Anna's
cheek,
she wiped them away
"I love you" didn't bridge the space
in the waiting room
I poured a cup of coffee for her grandpa
I brimmed it
stupidly
and his shaky hands burned
and he told me he couldn't talk to me
and I knew why
so when he bellowed
the whole agony of the whole
human famile smoldered out of him
he leaned against me
we both burned
but the woman who walks
into Neko's isn't Anna
she's a decade older at least
her brunette hair tucked into
a knitted cap
she looks confident
quiet, if a person can look quiet,
and I wish she would say
I forgive you
Jan 27, 2013
Jan 27, 2013 at 12:06 AM UTC
you know the avatar of vishnu
sitting pretty,
pretty calm,
he sat there, lost his hair,
became a bald & fat idol in china
miles away from nepal...
became an idol with that famous waving cat
(maneki-neko): ola ola... hello to you too.
so the avatar of vishnu is sitting
peacfully pretty,
but this avatar of shiva ain't...
he's on a windowsill... head-banging while
the supposed meditation takes place...
he's on to it, the next vogue of mindfulness
and feminism... he's like: **** it...
let the zeppelins in, london on the fork fried,
give us bacon and other assumptions
of king above all beasts.
but at the bus stop i met four would-be ballerinas,
four lolitas nonetheless,
aiming for a party, went into the shop
were asked for i.d., but the look of them
no more than 15...
smoked my cigarette in the umbrella of
the bus shelter... true to feminism got *****
'can you buy me some vodka?'
i don't care about your lies, you don't
have to lie to me,
'but honest, i have a picture,
i'm over the age of consent! look!'
my moral compass is missing on this matter,
plus you're so petite one of your musketeers
gave you away, flesh that never grew to the bone...
'but please! we're going to a party! we can't
go empty handed!'
o.k.
took the 10 quid note and went in,
they wanted a medium sized bottle,
under 10 quid of ***** and 4 women?
no chance. put the note in my wallet
and bought them a 70cl bottle of *****
3 quid extra so they could, just, shut, up.
apparently there was no party when i handed
them the confidant compliment of uncle...
you know that bit where nietzshce criticised
socrates for engaging in dialectics to create
a rude society? i think not engaging with dialectics
creates rude societies... where children
are above and most opinionated...
and the elderly are below and exposed to sadism:
as england row row rows the boat for an iceberg
to thus sink.
yes, the four of them, happy enough
to be believed to have discovered the ********
and happy enough to have almost lost it.
Jan 9, 2016
Jan 9, 2016 at 7:35 PM UTC
Ljudi, hej ljudi, čiji je ovo tužni pas !?
Gledajte samo kako se
šćućurio tu u uglu,
i kako se samo trese od hladnoće…
Ljudi, hej, pogledajte,
da neko od vas nije izgubio psa,
pogledajte, nije džukac,
gle samo kako mu se crna dlaka sjaji,
pogledajte,
pa to njemu suze idu.
Ljudi, deco,
čiji je ovo pas,
poslednji put pitam,
ako ga neko ne odnese na toplo, uginuće.
E, ako je tako, nosim ga ja svojoj kući.
Dođi kuco, dođi.
Tako…
Jao što su ti se smrzle šapice,
sad ću tebe ja odneti svojoj kućici,
to će ti biti novi dom,
imaćeš i šta da jedeš,
biće ti toplo i čuvaćemo jedan drugog.
Pa muško si, ček da vidim…
Pa jesi, jesi muško si…
E sad da te ušuškam u svoj kaput i idemo,
ček samo da uzmem maramicu
da ti obrišem te suzice,
jeste tako,
nema potrebe da plačeš više,
sad imaš svoj dom.
Samo da smislim kako da te zovem…
Samo da smislim…
Čupko !
E, zvaću te Čupko, mali moj…
Eto, obrisali smo suze,
samo još da ti obrišem tu penicu sa usta…
Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 4:56 PM UTC
Daddy: at his computer working
Baby girl: playing at Daddy’s feet
Baby girl: “Daddy, do you want to play”
Daddy: “Play what Baby Girl?”
Baby girl: “Play Kitten”
Daddy: “How do you play kitten”
Baby girl: “You sit on the couch. I put on neko ears, crawl on to your lap and purr. Then you pet me all over."
Feb 6, 2022
Feb 6, 2022 at 10:30 PM UTC
Ani
Bob
Cat
Dido
E...enough said
Florence
Grace
Hank
Ice T
Janis
Kimbra
Lyle
Melissa
Neko
Olivia
Poe
Queen (this one is tricky)
Robyn
Stevie
Tori
U2
Vic
Waits
XTC
Yo La Tengo
Zak
Many thanks
Jul 23, 2013
Jul 23, 2013 at 2:01 PM UTC
yes, daddy, yes
*** for me
*** inside me
cause i’m
your little neko
Feb 6, 2022
Feb 6, 2022 at 10:18 PM UTC
I wake up,
its clear,
It was all in my head.
No titans to slay,
No dragon slayer to blow me away.
I know that it's not real,
But my heart's still filled with gold.
In my world, I'm a pirate!!
Cruising from shore to shore,
My best friend's a neko,
She'll **** you for money.
My pet's a dragon,
Yeah, but he's as sweet as Honey.
I travel the world,
To find the answers.
Looking for whoever turned her to ashes.
My weapon is a pistol,
With bullets made of ice.
He told to watch out,
For those who aren't nice.
But, I have my friends,
I know I'll be strong,
For our imagination is wild,
I know that for sure.
Aug 31, 2015
Aug 31, 2015 at 2:22 PM UTC
Withering willows wave in the night.
Neko nearly snarled at my sight.
Sneaky sister sitting on the floor.
Fearsome fellow fiends rap on the door.
Midnight moon marvels at this lay.
Leering lovely loonies come to play.
Parting parties parade o'er the hill.
Happy Halloween heap-up your fill.
Nov 3, 2015
Nov 3, 2015 at 12:19 AM UTC
This is the first couple paragraphs of a story I've been working on
interested in honest critique.
Neko awoke to the smell of blood. He sniffed the cool night breeze, and his ears swiveled, listening intently.
A wolfs ears were sharp and keen, but it was the nose that knew everything. The nose that had woke him from his dreams of warm summer play.
"A rabbit," Neko thought, injured and bleeding, maybe three hundred yards away upwind in the tall plains grass. Neko's stomach growled.
A wolf always knew an easy meal when he smelled one. Neko rose from his slumber stretching his powerful limbs and began to move slowly and methodically through the grass. He was careful to remain upwind. His steps fell like whispers on the soft ground.
The moon, which Neko so loved was full and bright tonight and threatened to betray him as it cast its silvery glow across the grassy landscape.
Neko's nearly white coat stood out against the yellow grass, his saving grace was the smattering of silver that ran down the center of his back and rimmed the tops of his ears.
Neko crouched deeper into the grass, and farther down into the shadows, his movement slowed to a crawl. He could hear his prey now. It was weakened but not so much that it wouldn't recover given time, or run should he miss his mark.
The rabbit had been lucky at some point earlier this evening in an encounter with a lesser predator than himself, a coyote or a fox perhaps.
However Neko had no intention of allowing his prey any reprieve from fate.
All animals great or small ended as a meal for someone, even wolves bones were picked clean in the end. Neko knew this on some primitive level but he gave it no thought, he crept closer.
The smell of the animal's blood was intoxicating. He could hear it's labored breathing.
His muscles were coiled and tense, he inched as close as he dare then suddenly,
Neko sprang swiftly and with no remorse. His jaws closed around the rabbits throat with a sharp snap, one shrill, short, squeal, and it was over.
Jan 12, 2025
Jan 12, 2025 at 10:17 PM UTC
I do my best not to age you
beyond your wonderful years. Your skin
stretches far and wide. Your belly
has no end in sight;
and it's in the way you
move under such dim light that has me
wondering if questions are worth answering;
I wonder if these feelings
are worth doubting.
What are bodies,
other than lonely spaceships
without aliens?
You're my favorite stranger,
my kind of danger; the blood
that boils deep in these veins.
Is that not living?
I do my best not to shape you
past your immaculate form. Your mind
is a curious device; your brain
contains no stop signs;
and it's in the way you moan
my name through telephone wires at night
that has me wondering if questions are worth answering.
I wonder if these feelings
are worth doubting.
You're the settle of taut
muscles; the easy ***
and difficult to let go.
Can I say anymore
that hasn't already been
said out loud
and in secret?
Apr 20, 2016
Apr 20, 2016 at 4:23 AM UTC