Buy me a copper tongue so I may lisp in coin.

Sell me a murder, one bird at a time.

Show me nerve, a vital rope, so thin to hang thought.

Catch me a thunder bolt. A lightning nail. A cloud hammer.

Amuse me with your manner. Enlighten the lower third

Of the lost tail. Be an ass. A horse. A snail. A burrowing

Mole. A Mass where dawn recedes into steeple, and prayers

Are answered by midnight, it's foresight of needle in the eye

Now blind. Now insighted. Now upright, leaning on the cheek

Of curved-moon wall. And I call it jubilation. Oxydation

Of all that matters unspoken, light heart in heavy room


Paying for the echo.




improv. 2.27-2.32 am


***

Lacey is so odd!

She just crawled into the pillowcase, underneath the pillow, finally got her butt in with much wiggling, managed to turn around, still inside the pilowcase, still underneath the pillow, and peekt her head out. With a stammering sigh, she then tried to lie down to rest, one corner of the pillow over one eye *blinkblinkblink*.

Obviously she was uncomfortable, staring at the pillow on top of her like it was the pillows' fault. I turn my back for a second, she darts out and is inbetween the comforter and sheet in the blink of an eye. Just that quick. I didin't even see it happen.

Then there was a loudly purring lump in the middle of my bed. Now the lump is breathing very, very deeply and steadily. Cats.

She's my baby.

*

It's almost 3 am. Again.

I've nobody else to be. This is nice.

My time is my own, and I know it will be from now on.

Liberty is a given.

Always has been.


All prisons are self imposed.


All walls are windows.


Sat Chit Annand

-c.