Catsgiving, 25Mewvember 22AT

arcing curving round the dance floor
language is rhythm and time
even held breath holds a goldmine
information mathematical musical divine
like birdsong or deep blood wine
keys to all locks the banks of babylon contain
as time goes by they count your pain



Visions of desolation overlay each pleasure and pain
from happy meadow dancing in summer rain
to winter bones on vast dry barren plain
these sublime horizons within our brains
in all value
remains.


The Pilgrims at Thanksgiving
great feasting was had by all
and afterwards
digesting the carcass of their past
bursting yet still small



breathe, lean....
focus water droplet tremble
hesitating bass mirror blurring in time
anguish stains everything
retch in the next stall
fountain of purple splatters the tiled wall
we deserved more than this