Of Cats n Stars n Dis n Dat

Of Cats and Stars and Dis n Dat

You know I can't get it right
When I'm serious I'm a clown
And when I'm happy
I make you frown
And I'm going down
In my dressing gown to feed
Jenny
Spot of milk
And biscuits
And I will go up shortly
Take the laundry off the terrace
At sunset tiny twinkling stars
Start to appear
Quite a party they're having
Smile and beguile
For a while
Fade away into the night
Leave no traces
When day is bright
On my stoop
Jenny howls
He is a dog not
A cat
Did you think he was my tabby
Perhaps I mislead you?
This is not a poem at all
Writing clearly I'd say
Is not my call.
Stars cats dis and dat
A laundry list
Of tits for tats
And childish spite
And lusty fights
Sublimation in
Surreal writes.

I have put on my murky dressing gown...
With slimy greens and blues and browns
Like a frog princess
I stick in the mud...
Those who kiss me such stallion studs
Only a simple man can turn
This ugly green amphibian ambivalence
Into a ready to dance
Live hopping princess.

Now let milk and biscuits and eager animals
Stars and sparkling comet trails
Leave her reverent.