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