Black Cat

4 Hours Sleep + 3 Cups of Joe + High Groundwater = New Poem

The bad luck monster,
in all of his mighty
ferocity, swats at
the owner's $20,
Pay-Less kicks
because the owner
likes to play the part
of negligent parent.

Of course,
playing footsy
with a crazy feline
falls under the maxim
DON'T TRY THIS AT HOME!

And, like always,
idiots are wise
to that logic.

And, like always,
idiots are wise
to making
metaphysical
connections
where there
aren't outlets
for that
to occur.

And yet,
the water,
the ever-present,
the ever-powerful,
two-thirds of God
that it is, keeps
seeping in from
unseen corners.

And this happens
as the black cat,
the bad luck monster
that acts like his
spouse's hat as they
watch the idiot box
together, lurks around
his head right now,
begging him,
pleading him,
mewling him,
swatting him,
rubbing him
into making the
food dish sound.

Pavlov was right,
it works both ways.

And so this
rational and irrational
numerical combination,
this quadratic fragment
of a human being yearning
for metaphysical completion,
makes the food dish sound,
sops up the unseen corners,
and takes a few swigs
of his french vanilla
morning jolt beverage,
his third one in less
than that many hours.

And he muses on the
idiot side, the irrational side
for a moment, is it because
he owns a black cat that he's
had a number of life quandaries
and tribulations as of late?

But he relents and goes back
over to the rational side, it's
the f*****g water table and
just living life in general.

And the black cat
he owns and loves
despite how he
appears to mistreat it,
just a coincidence in
a long chain of them.

The bad luck monster
wants love, so the
savage beast
must be soothed.

Black cat equals
life is good.

For now, anyway.

Author's Note

The picture: My cat back in 2008 as a kitten. Didn't have anything current.

Reviews

[John Jackson (El Juero)]

Intricate,and exquisite. Ironically there is a Black Cat hunting in the yard as I type. (pity the newly fledged Robin) Loved the Pavlov line...hell, I loved the whole thing.


Meow, baby, very Meow.

[Joiedevivre]

haha ah this made me laugh and pause and ponder and conclude you definitely have a style, love how you moch yourself, like the cynicism and the edge in your writing. Also love, and maybe most, the layered writing, you make it a pleasure to decipher.

[Sleepless]

nice1 yeah the poor black cats are considered bad luck but nice poem !:)

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. captivating picture ... captivating words ... intricately woven ... like a fractal ... intensely philosophical ... with layers and layers and layers ... black cat equals the poetry here is spectacular ... impossible to forget ...

[Muse]

I have a cat, so I found this writing to be very amusing and well penned. :)

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

I love black cats, they own us though, we don't own them. Cats are so interesting and I feel much in common with them. Like the way they will purr and rub against your feet and legs until you finally pay them some attention. They want to be picked up and caressed but when they are ready to get down, you best let them down. They want you close but still oh so far away......Excellent piece.

[MuSe Ampoule]

Awesome! Idiots will always look for meaning in what's not there when actually somethings are just what they are. Great work!
"Pavlov was right,
it works both ways."

[Judy Ponceby]

Wonderful write from a sleepless, jolted mind ;) I too have a black monsta kittay :) Wouldn't trade him for the world except when I trip over him in the dark, and secretly think he is trying to do me in. LOL A most excellent write.