"runover" poems
he came to the door one night wet thin beaten and
terrorized
a white cross-eyed tailless cat
I took him in and fed him and he stayed
grew to trust me until a friend drove up the driveway
and ran him over
I took what was left to a vet who said,"not much
chance...give him these pills...his backbone
is crushed, but it was crushed before and somehow
mended, if he lives he'll never walk, look at
these x-rays, he's been shot, look here, the pellets
are still there...also, he once had a tail, somebody
cut it off..."
I took the cat back, it was a hot summer, one of the
hottest in decades, I put him on the bathroom
floor, gave him water and pills, he wouldn't eat, he
wouldn't touch the water, I dipped my finger into it
and wet his mouth and I talked to him, I didn't go any-
where, I put in a lot of bathroom time and talked to
him and gently touched him and he looked back at
me with those pale blue crossed eyes and as the days went
by he made his first move
dragging himself forward by his front legs
(the rear ones wouldn't work)
he made it to the litter box
crawled over and in,
it was like the trumpet of possible victory
blowing in that bathroom and into the city, I
related to that cat-I'd had it bad, not that
bad but bad enough
one morning he got up, stood up, fell back down and
just looked at me.
"you can make it," I said to him.
he kept trying, getting up falling down, finally
he walked a few steps, he was like a drunk, the
rear legs just didn't want to do it and he fell again, rested,
then got up.
you know the rest: now he's better than ever, cross-eyed
almost toothless, but the grace is back, and that look in
his eyes never left...
and now sometimes I'm interviewed, they want to hear about
life and literature and I get drunk and hold up my cross-eyed,
shot, runover de-tailed cat and I say,"look, look
at this!"
but they don't understand, they say something like,"you
say you've been influenced by Celine?"
"no," I hold the cat up,"by what happens, by
things like this, by this, by this!"
I shake the cat, hold him up in
the smoky and drunken light, he's relaxed he knows...
it's then that the interviews end
although I am proud sometimes when I see the pictures
later and there I am and there is the cat and we are photo-
graphed together.
he too knows it's ******** but that somehow it all helps.
20.4k
i'm feeling a just little to
the left of sane today,
don't quite know what it is.
but it feels a little like
that itchy spot in the middle of your back.
you know the one ya just can't reach to scratch.
the day started good..
now a smidge of paranoid and pinch of misunderstood is make making me feel
less than i should
if i had to colour me right now,
it would be a deep grey, indigo blue.
perhaps....
i am just getting a dose of manflu(strange as i am a woman-girl).
but no it's more than that.
i feel rundown, runover, squashed flat.
bummed out busted and outright flustered
yeah adding a dash of that. now i am on a roll down a hill going fast.
nothing of import has happened to make me feel this way.
no arguement, cross words, crisis or dilemma has crossed my path today.
i am out of step,
stomping on toes,
counting to ten,
to save someones nose,
from my tense and tightly clenched fist.
the way that i'm feeling
one of two things could happen.
every body else could...
shuffle to the left a little
to align with me (yeah like thats gonna happen).
....or if thats just a hassle your going to need to:
step aside as my progress,
is now furious
and my wake is wide.
make your choice
my toes are a tappin
i no longer
have time for this lip flappin....
....boom thar she blows!!!!
Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 9:50 PM UTC
You remember the story of Grandma got runover by Santa’s Reindeers
If you don’t know, let me fill you in
Grandma was walking down the street, and as the reindeers were flying and coming down for a landing, Grandma got run over by the Reindeers
But Grandma wasn’t fully alert before the incident
At that time, Grandma had Egg Nog with her added blend of joy
On Boy
She drank according to Grandma’s account in needing warmth from the Wintery winds during the Joyous Holiday Season
That was then
This is now
Grandma is all well now and Sober
But not necessarily in that order
Grandma visited a Lawyer in getting a case to sue Santa’s Reindeers
Now I don’t know if that will damper Santa’s preserver
Nonetheless, the Legal Papers have been served
Grandma wants Santa and his Reindeers to get what they deserve
But Grandma should have been sober
Santa offered Grandma his apology
But Grandma was thinking Mythology
No Court Date has been set
What impact will be the effect?
Does Grandma even have a case, and will it hold up in Court?
How will Santa respond?
We will have to wait and see
Patience is the only key
Nov 26, 2021
Nov 26, 2021 at 11:08 AM UTC
Tic Tac Tuc- there's my arm and there's the truck.
Roses are red, violets are blue- in my arm there is a *****
It looks all red, I give no fuss.
After all; me- runover by bus.
So learn to take care to avoid all the pain,
Oh wait; what's that coming- AHH IT'S A TRAIN!
Mar 16, 2019
Mar 16, 2019 at 7:12 AM UTC
If I had no voice, I wouldn't sing.
I wouldn't be able to say a thing.
If I had no family, it would not be worth
Trying to live life on this earth.
If I had no legs, I wouldn't walk
I'd be immobile like a rock.
If I had no arms, I wouldn't grab,
Hit, punch, hurt or stab.
If I had no thoughts I wouldn't feel,
My arm that was runover by a wheel.
Everything we have is a gift from god,
Whether we're black, white, skinny or broad.
Every one is meant to feel pain,
Even if it's hard to maintain.
I'm grateful for everything I own.
Whether I'll have them in the end is still unknown.
But whatever happens, I'll be ok,
Because life is just a gateway.
There's always better things to come,
And plenty more to overcome
Mar 18, 2019
Mar 18, 2019 at 9:50 PM UTC