Wednesday, February 26, 2014

Will He Give Me Milk Or What


the black cat
in a pensive
mood gave
way to his
feline thought
why are people
scared to cross
my path,,..an
after thought
the black cat
in a cosmic
circle of
godly despair
i accidentally
shot...we both
in our inherent
black moods
demonic delusions
we fought ,,,he was
happy being a cat
i for a change with
my karmic dillema
felt unhappy in my
slot... as i shoot
as i rot ,,,,

dedicated to mystic muse ..a moment within the soul of my bloodclot ...no the milk man did not give her a saucer of milk.. ..his idealism his sloth

“Behemoth, biggest born of earth.“
—John Milton, Paradise Lost (1667)

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