two cats on a fence

two cats on a fence

A Poem by Shmoke-Sifted Heftlander
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god damn, since when can you use animated images for writing posts?! woohoo!!

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am I hallucinating, or am I a prisoner of language?
my ego from another dimension intuited hidden messages
I pieced together our collective relationship
and seared it with my sense of purpose, over a dull flame
the fan above the stove non-nonchalantly breezed it east

come on, man, it's two cats on top of a fence, for f**k's sake
get it together; the shape of the fence pieces and your zodiac
juxtaposition aren't some scream imprisoned in the mountain top
of your chest, longing profoundly to cry out of "self-sacrifice
and its beast-with-two-backs-esque affiliation with ascension"!

so why the irony attached to the smoke dissipating from the gun
as rubber clings to and pulls on the track, and the first are last?

they're just two buddies weirdly poised, in odd, strange timing
the whole experience created a wormhole in my 3rd eye hole
superimposed over a hemorrhoid that's been loosening over time

and god might not need to come to me in a dream and explain
why he and i are parasites, because it's more fun to figure it out
in the non-sensical profundity of such things as 2 cats on a fence


© 2013 Shmoke-Sifted Heftlander



Author's Note

Shmoke-Sifted Heftlander
don't ask me what fucking drugs I'm on...because I won't tell you

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at least the drugs are working because you're brilliant. Perhaps I need to find some animation for my work. Something, anything to quell the gnaw that says - you're gettin' old tam. and ya suck ta high heaven. Yup. But I'm capable of reading and reviewing and sometimes I read and i GET it. it clicks - the dendrites sync up and thought happens. You write. you don't sell out to the kitsch - but you do stab it with a stick and roast it slow and that is a good thing.

Posted 4 Years Ago


I dig your feline approach to this juxtapose, joints of stubborn point of view, you can talk your self out of any moment, close you mouth and nose hold your breath, and see what happens
try it and see what the opposing force does..
Buddha roots in concaveness, of course even Shinto girls are sold into sex slavery just for being girls..hypocrisy finest whimper..before the flame
but if you had 9 lives would this poem be a lighter matter?
think about Algorithms, Ebonics, and the gun toting slant
living in punctual dramatic self clawed
before passing out
the firing squad critic reloads before taking aim
and you smile ready for anything that can be lost with each theoretical ricochet
gained
...great piece as always


Posted 4 Years Ago


Shmoke-Sifted Heftlander

4 Years Ago

god damn sir; I think that review is an important factor in this surprisingly important day
th.. read more
Coming from Atlanta last Saturday night, the Greyhound bus I was on overturned at 3:34am, rolled over twice
and skidded a half mile in a corn field near Dayton Ohio. The bus driver 1. had a sudden medical
condition, 2. Was really my daughters mother in disguise and wanted to kill me. 3. Fell asleep at
the wheel. 4. Was distracted by a wild animal on the road. or a leather mini skirt in the front row. Or
5. Was using drugs.

In poetry, there are no correct answers for inspiration.
dana

Posted 4 Years Ago


Shmoke-Sifted Heftlander

4 Years Ago

I'm leaning towards being overwhelmed by the presence of Yoko Ono; this book I'm reading has slowly .. read more
Two cats on a fence - and I took the one less likely to scratch the s**t out of me. That was Frost's original ending, did you know that Bongo baby? And... 'Zodiac' - a subconscious leaning to serial killing poetry. A puzzle of words, a hint of distraction. A need to invade New York City and the urban cattle. You want to be caught, don't you? No claws come to nothing; the subtlety of the loving and great, and only, Bast.
-xx-

Posted 4 Years Ago


Shmoke-Sifted Heftlander

4 Years Ago

no I did not know that, but I'm not surprised by the universe sending me a msg alluding to frost. S.. read more
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I prefer to make my own experimental drugs in my basement from random ingredients found in sewers, dumpster and the systems of retired pornstars.

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Shmoke-Sifted Heftlander

4 Years Ago

that was a poem unto itself; thank you fine sir!
'the shape of the fence and your zodiac
aren't some scream imprisoned in the mountain top
of your chest, longing profoundly to cry out of self-sacrifice'

f**k, man, that's beautiful.

Posted 4 Years Ago


Shmoke-Sifted Heftlander

4 Years Ago

the universal mind--it's a wild thing; thank you
I have this poem idea about how the only way .. read more
Steven

4 Years Ago

I dig that. And maybe God just needs a B-12 shot.
Shmoke-Sifted Heftlander

4 Years Ago

that WOULD explain a lot
Dope? Crack? Weed? Heroin? Lol jk dude this was really awesome not sure if i quite understood it but awesome

Posted 4 Years Ago


Shmoke-Sifted Heftlander

4 Years Ago

I've been in a state of seclusion and two cats on a fence just was a msg from the universe..it is to.. read more
Shmoke-Sifted Heftlander

4 Years Ago

there might be slightly righter or wronger answers..but that's probly subjective

this o.. read more
laughed out loud at the authors notes and raised my hand and bounced in my seat saying "oh I know, I know! Pick me Pick me! Cat scratch fever for sure, backs up , claws out , howling and ducking worn out combat boots" There are somethings in this life, some people, I would risk tangling homicidal cats over, never doubt that, I have a bucket of cold water to melt anything on my way to Oz and I am not afraid to use it.

Posted 4 Years Ago


Shmoke-Sifted Heftlander

4 Years Ago

well, buckets of cold water were meant to be used
and weird unspoken experiences with cats
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They call me a poet, or a bongo player; I'm something like a renaissance schizophrenic wearing a tutu around his neck cause I got my head up a ballerina's butt; I'm nobody, really; I dream of a happie.. more..

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