catonlapA cat upon the lap, throaty purr rumbling.
What of it’s knowing
Of my anger.

And though I cried a year later, did this
Purring change?

A cat upon my lap, throaty purr rumbling.
But I asleep, drunken, heard

And when I coughed and spat up red, the cat
Still gazed as though unfazed
at hope lost.

A cat upon a lap, throaty purr rumbling.
And in my hand, revolver.
Cat sleeps on.


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Cosmic surfer of paradoxes.
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