My eye is dead. You cannot see. I am the shark. I will end thee. I am in blue and hungry, too. Otters at sea, will you feed me? White teeth turned red. My eye still dead. Still cannot see? I’ve ended thee.
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A Black Cat Moment
I hide his madness in my words with no authority. Our souls are one, as wingless birds, we stream eternally. He hides my truth in his deep well for none at all to seek. Our milky pearl, trapped in its shell, a treasure trove to peek.
A Black Cat Moment
Dear Karmic Lover, No. You can’t use mirror magic to dispel, break and invalidate a soul contract. Just because you can see him and me through your black glass doesn’t make our soul contract bendable. You fail to accept the control a God-bond authorizes.
A Black Cat Moment
I see. So, now you’re back to toying with alchemy? Because you don’t want to commit to your true feelings you hold for Feathers, you’re storing them at the armory? Is that the new management place where you remanufacture your heart? Is that why you’ve gone missing, running away again? Are your feelings undergoing repair?Continue reading “A Black Cat Moment”
A Black Cat Moment
You bury your anger in words, like open coffins unready for entombment. You haven’t yet healed from your mother’s hurting. You numb your pain in firewater and feel like a patient after having undergone open heart surgery. You haven’t yet healed from your ex-wife’s hurting. I can hear your Pride belt out: “I am the,Continue reading “A Black Cat Moment”
A Black Cat Moment
I know I’ve been away several days now. Some know that running motif in my life that as the Black Cat I have lived by and know all too well. That is, the Black Cat returns. No, I’m not referring to that time, that year, when I returned home to my ancestral place, Salem, Massachusetts.Continue reading “A Black Cat Moment”
A Black Cat Moment
The plump, mucky mouse is lost in my maze.
A Black Cat Moment
There’s this traveling bullet, yawing and clawing, slowly spinning to its right. It’s learning to find its fine flight, yet still troubled by where to land.
A Black Cat Moment
There’s this mucky mouse, see, that thinks it’s a rat, see, been playing with me, see, striving to escape, see, waking from its nap, see, soons finds out it’s trapped, see.
A Black Cat Moment
I once ate a rat. It was eight inches long. It took me three years to swallow it whole. I licked its dried up blood off my left paw during its funeral.
Black Cat Words 