Sunday, 13 March 2011

flungthing

flungthing

i will at times
     seize the feline chairman meow tse tung
   by the throat
     when once again
he has mounted an inappropriate surface
    exploring with dangling
                                      paw
   to see which objects
he can cause to fall,
         to no avail…

i could take a scalpel
  and sever
his head
           race to vet
                      sew back on
recuperate the beast 
with endless croquettes
                    cold meats
                   & tepid milks &
the moment he has regained full strength
   he would return to said surface
                                                  say
      the
      high
      shelf
      where lies the stereo
      & the strange guitar
hand-crafted unplayable
   by nathalie’s godfather
      & it would fall
         the beast mao would tap it
over
    then rise in the back a little
the furhairs
 the wide yellow eyes
     a remote part of his alien brain
   knowing it was wrong
                                                                 but too remote
to stop the action     tap

BLANGGGG!!!

                with
  stitches fresh
i seize him by the throat
      & fling him to the floor
   he rolls a little but is up on his feet
        as cats not sleeping
    will always land on their feet
      and now I have to write this awkwardly
   cos he purrs in my lap
     and wants to bite this pen
        and is biting this fine moleskine
     nathalie bought me
                                                   and yes
          the corner bears his mark now
    as nathalie stirs in the bedroom
                  and paris hosts a soft rainbhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh (mao addition)
        it’s ‘the fall’ on the stereo
   and I remember now mark e smith
     sitting in our lounge NE Manchester
       saying he had often communicated
telepathically with cats
    as we dabbed at a bag of speed
      ripped open on the table

i had a relative there
    then
      & recently here too NE paris
  & I hope he don’t need stitches
     for some of the choices he’s midst of.
 I hope there is not a confusion about what it means to contain multitudes 

THWANG!

ah chairman,
dude,
i’m gettin’ a little sick
of your fucked up attitude

by the throat
where the voice is
it is flung
landing of course on its feet
licking lips
emitting passable R2D2 impression
ready for more

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