two cats on a fence

god damn, since when can you use animated images for writing posts?! woohoo!!

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

Author's Note

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

Reviews

[TL Boehm]

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.

[writing mojo]

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

[Shmoke-Sifted Heftlander]

god damn sir; I think that review is an important factor in this surprisingly important day
thank you; I should memorize this review and take it within where the power resides
there's always an element of terror, or so it seems
we shall see how the day perspires
thank you again

[h d e rushin]

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

[Shmoke-Sifted Heftlander]

I'm leaning towards being overwhelmed by the presence of Yoko Ono; this book I'm reading has slowly been uprooting my belief system about the beatles and the hippie movement itself...what some see as correct answers might just be experiments gone right or wrong depending on how good your dump was in the morning; I guess poetry is our lysergic acid and I might just be a hologram socrates left in his basement as a time capsule for future generations

[Rosalind Gale]

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-

[Shmoke-Sifted Heftlander]

no I did not know that, but I'm not surprised by the universe sending me a msg alluding to frost. SKP...not surprised by that either..I'd like to think I'm the integral missing puzzle piece link to the polarity of such consciousness, but it's more likely I'll be distracted by something shiny and forget what this is all sposed to mean...the last time I was in NYC these kids kept asking me if my parents were Jewish while I was taking photos in between sets of my friend's last music gig..I think I have an art gallery to face today...thank you for returning and I'm glad you're around to enlighten me. thank you :)

[Commanda Panda]

I prefer to make my own experimental drugs in my basement from random ingredients found in sewers, dumpster and the systems of retired pornstars.

[Shmoke-Sifted Heftlander]

that was a poem unto itself; thank you fine sir!

[Steven]

'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.

[Shmoke-Sifted Heftlander]

the universal mind--it's a wild thing; thank you
I have this poem idea about how the only way to be truly alone
is to be fully aware of your oneness with everything
and maybe that's why god's so grumpy sometimes
maybe god's really just alone
and maybe it's heaven or hell depending on your perception

[Steven]

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

[Shmoke-Sifted Heftlander]

that WOULD explain a lot

[koty bell]

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

[Shmoke-Sifted Heftlander]

I've been in a state of seclusion and two cats on a fence just was a msg from the universe..it is too hard to explain in words how it made sense about my impending purpose on earth

[Shmoke-Sifted Heftlander]

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

this one was just an obscure epiphany

thank you dana; hopefully coffee will help me decipher this mess

[Corset]

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.

[Shmoke-Sifted Heftlander]

well, buckets of cold water were meant to be used
and weird unspoken experiences with cats
read morewell, buckets of cold water were meant to be used
and weird unspoken experiences with cats
and b movies..all god's gifts for the using