Poem in which shaggy kittens threaten everything
— whorling, hirsute.
Poem in an urchin.
There are thousands.
In which silence is waiting and will go on
forever like cardiac arrest.
In which bared teeth are dull
as lard in long dead arteries.
Poem the affectless knock of a dumbbell dropped
00000000000in a carpeted house.
Poem ticketed for sleeping at the wheel,
in which the sky-high pilot gambles last fuel on going
in which the galactic captain chokes on his salad fork
as his ship
poem in which a crash would be too easy, but still
nobody does anything more than exist.
Poem which strives to be
00000000000totally somewhere else.
In which something outstays its welcome.
In which kittens take a piss.
Rhian Allen Douglas