Out of Bed, Onto the Couch (Post #100)

It’s only logical to consider all sides of the room,

a cat and fermented milk on the table

miserable with the unattainable

loneliness and stuffy couch

piss a layer and two deep

and three, why not.

I’ve heard the same songs 16 times,

but they come around on the 21st

if only in meaning.

And I think,

God damn it

why can I no longer express myself

and must drown ennui

with the hot, derelict pleasure

of television?

I hate television because

it makes it all right to

be still,

all right to be bored because it

only takes 3 episodes to make an hour

until my 3 hours are up

and I can go,

even when I don’t know where I’m going

and sometimes I stay for another episode or 2

for an hour or 2,

at least until I realize I’m

alone

Kitten Piss Pillow Talk

I wouldn't say I like many
cute things, but when a kitten
pisses in my bed, I have to
forgive the
bastard because his
parents didn't love him,

and he, this 5-week old
reminds me of life's resilience
brought into this polluted world,
the one I polluted with my
urine and made grandmother
clean up since I couldn't use a
washing machine or
chemicals, and I've found that
scouring another's waste can be
unpleasant.

One girl I call Kitten
would purr in bed when
I gave her head
and played with her
since she couldn't sleep until
she was safe,

because some people are
poachers, her blue
Siamese eyes straight ahead
tracking my movements,
part of game and part protection as
she wasn't starving ever again.

She would piss the bed, too,
and I still didn't know how to clean it
so I waited and waited
to wait for her to scour her mess.
The outline's still there
if you're close enough to see it.

The Other Me

Fuck your ideas, other me.
I'm worth the time
and you cannot make me
feel the way you do,
fuck you.
I'm great,
I'm beautiful,
I'll get it tattooed on my
chest if I have to,
because you're not going to win.

I'm tired of being told
everyone's lying to me,
that they use me
or I'm a necessary thorn to
give others gratitude.

Beautiful
great
loved,
you hear me?

You'll be back,
I know,
but I'll do whatever I can
to forget
your distortion,
your disgust,

my enemy
inside me.