A Fever of Living
Some nights step lightly,
like lily-shadows in blue water-
apparitions in transit, between dreams.
She awakens in a translucent purgatory-
a tread from an incipient dream
to a feverish slumber, to a body –
a map of nocturnal metamorphosis,
lacerated fish belly sewn with orange seams,
eyes like butterflies in rivulets of pee,
unmade and re-made, like an incipient dream,
a delirium with borderline personality,
a fever of living.
Feline Verdicts
Cats weigh virtues
of trespassing humans,
against tiny
blue-colored crimes
(mouthing words quietly
with unrushed resolve),
measure nauticals
of inhumanity traversed
in massively inconsiderate
feline terms,
and conjure vacant moments,
vials of nihilism,
sinkholes expanding
in ‘vacancy’ (like size)-
slight verdicts
of a feline, the royal nihilist,
on trespassing humans.
