an expression of elegance
the dinner party of the decade
no riff-raff or new money
the party required no invitations
assorted cummerbunds
adorn the figures of the ladies
frocks and opera pumps
caress the muscles of the men
War Gluttony
the imagining
of a war through the prism of
the old movie screen
they watch, and the terror comes
the sickness of gluttony
Kitty Distraction
two by the river
a hero ready to fight
something creeps closer
distracted by the pussy
the hero’s hamartia
Sunny Day
wispy sun-filled day
a boxer and fresh coffee
fumes from the tabby
To Heel
The puddle splashing
She loves to jump for the leaves
a jovial soul
As the years passed, she slowed down
The urge to Heel warmed my heart
Fluffy Patriot
a paw to the flag
meowing the national anthem
a fluffy patriot
Rosy Nostalgia
I move along the memory lines –
A rosy filter fills me with nostalgia.
Those days before technology –
watching movies with the parents,
and listening to cassette tapes.
I move above the memory lines –
all the filters fall away to reveal
Brown.
Home Sick
The gloaming fades slow
into the cloudy darkness
where there are no stars
The whispering night
scintilla of loneliness
too far from our home
Our Sadness
A dream from space,
watching the Earth from the heavens.
Insignificant in size,
wars and genocide ravage the planet.
Up here is the quiet,
a place for contemplation and dreaming.
A jolt from the cat,
the reality of humanity fills the room with
Our Sadness.
AI
The sky is full of AI,
you cannot remember the sun and the sky.
A collection of before,
all is regurgitated into the producer of myth.
For a moment longer,
my mind strays to a sunset of fading colours.
And, the remembering –
our suffering compounded within the absence.
C & K 