grimalkin
where is that cat that tom who wrapped you in his tiger coat set you groaning hind legs cat-jacked and tail high wild-eyed screams as green as your eyes that tom foolery riff-raff cat who yodeled for you from the back yard gate circling round again and again grinning and calling you grimalkin who hooked claws into your haunches ruffled your back end fur made you gather whiskers into frowns toothy and feverish where is he while you harvest pain and drops of breathless young and those his low-toned riddles calling for you from under porches closer closer closing in scraping on the side door screen he sings in raspy highway rhyme come to me now to me now
my dog
my dog doesn’t like old jimmy stewart movies not on stormy nights like this one he’d rather sleep cramped at my feet and fart smack his lips if the dream is good whimper when the rabbit winks and disappears in a puff of carrot-colored smoke he told me he didn’t care if it rained and it rained sure enough while jimmy stewart made out with a blond woman i drank coffee, lit candles worried that the love scene would be wasted in flickering electricity my dog woke up with a thunder clap tossed the sleep from his head and told me to take a lesson stewart kills the blond in the end anyway then he shook his head until his ears slapped rolled over leaving a peep-hole in his blinds twitched went after the cat he was chasing and just before it reached the cellar door gulp it melted in his mouth like a mars candy bar and he burped a single meow
