Sunday, December 31, 1978

Sunday, December 24, 1978

APHRODISIAC

APHRODISIAC

He sits with his back to me, 
and his reflection in the mirror
watches me intently. 
Quite mad, his glazed fire opal eyes peer at me. 
He had been nibbling upon the mistletoe earlier, 
and was obviously quite high on its necromantic properties. 
The druids never mentioned anything about a cat 
getting high on mistletoe. 
But then again, he doesn’t like catnip. 
Aphrodite never told him he is supposed to get high 
on catnip either. 

No date, sometime in 1978
Buggins, a large, longhair, orange, and white tabby was quite an intelligent character. Completely nuts. Bob, who thought he didn’t like cats, took the cat when we broke up. I was devastated. But I was also homeless for quite some time.



Thursday, December 21, 1978

KAT HAIKU

KAT HAIKU  

Sleepy cat stretches 
his popsicle toes furrily—
southern sun bathes him.

Asleep in a dark room, 
my gut for a launchpad, cat 
settles in for a bath.

Crumpled prayer rug 
on the floor while the glib cat 
quietly licks his paws.

Cat innocently
licks his paws, again surveys 
the prayer rug, crumpled.

Lonely, straightened rug 
waiting for the nesting cat 
to attack again.

Cat lies in waiting, 
watches rug suspiciously 
for some sign of life.

Dawn, suspiciously 
cat, and I watch each other 
for some signs of life.

Winter, 1978