poem; prose; poem

Humanness

 

Decay of this set we live in

Dirtiness, disease, death creeping in

From where it's normal & real

 

Comes at such a shock,

The plague of the comfortable comes in time

 

(I don't want to Be Optimistic here

But there is a solution

We can move toward)

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So on the world stage somewhere battles are fought; and kids and families are blown up and dismembered.

There's this kid, and his nephew, are both have gone through twists and reckless bendings like a mangled paperclip does, and I love them so much I pray to my soul they don't snap, and seperate into pieces.

My cat who takes the household role of my late, beloved one, has had tortuous days(maybe weeks)-longs experiences of fleas all over her skin and her personality is no longer the immaculately free-spirited energizer and player, and now at a young age sickly and getting worse; wandering out.  I wish they would have never gotten that cat door (to exit the house); I wish we would have followed the mandates of that cat-donor we thought was maniacal, who forced adherence to the domesticity of her giveaways (in writing); and I don't know now where the cat is outside in that abyss beyond the night light's borders suspended to the edge of the ceiling-roof.  The cat shakes its paws and whole head, periodically, convulsively, as if a schizophrenic tic.

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I love kids

 

It's such a pain to raise kids

But that's what we do

And they are next in time