Here's a link to my you tube page, where I read this poem and others.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6SGp5pzdoGY
My autocrat of a cat sat on the pedestal and watched me type. His eyes, slits, like slivers of emeralds.
He took a paw, licked it, and washed his despot face. He owned me. I did whatever he wanted. He sauntered off, then turned and watched , as I took liberty with truth, for the sake of imagination and creation.
I dreamed last night that he could talk. He just said two words. "Beautiful lies."
This is my favorite poem I have read of yours.
"Beautiful Lies"
I like the twist at the end...at least to me it was...he did not reprimand you...but complimented.
and I really like "Washed his despot face"---again, so clever.
Thomas W. Case was born in Oxnard. He has published 3 volumes of poetry. The Bullfrog Dreams of Flying, Artichokes, Avocados, and Van Gogh, and Seedy Town Blues. He has won several poetry contests. Hi.. more..