cracker jack prize…

a rather
routine
event
body
lies
properly modified
for
appreciation
by
family
friends
and
those who
had
prayed
for
this day
when
suddenly
the corpse
coughs
this
of course
was
quite
out of the ordinary
and
most
disturbing
to
all
there
was
a series
of
oh dear gods
offered
and
numerous
i didn’t mean what i said
those
plaster saint retractions
filling
the mortuary
chapel
of
forgiveness
but then
someone’s cat
unceremoniously
emerged
from
the coffin
hairball
propelled
at
an ungrateful
and
spiteful
relative
hmm
perhaps
the
dead
do
speak

 

dragon slayer…

dragon slayer

it was
i’m told
during mid-day
when she
a child
of three or four
did rise up
and
begin a quest
to slay a dragon
oh
she would have wandered far
to foreign lands
but for the howling
of the family cat
alerting the gatekeeper
that she was venturing
from the castle walls
he could not believe his eyes
how precisely
she hurled a stone
with his touch
the spell of sleep
was broken
and she began
to speak of the dragon
she had sought
and inquire
about her favorite cat
to which her father
did reply
he’d left no doubt
to seek revenge
upon
a dragon
or two

even if you didn’t ask….

while
curled up
on the sofa
of time
with memories
that purr
like
an old persian cat
seeking
attention
when
their
human
becomes busy
with
a new life
and
must be
reminded
of reality
by
sinking sharp claws
deep into
their mortal skin
recalling
for them
how life
offers
not only joy
but
pain
a friendly
reminder
from
a friend
who will
not
be
ignored

joy