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Click hereMax just sat there
on the windowsill
Inside looking out is the safest place to be,
watching like some Peeping Tom
as the city strips down to pantied lace
and gyrates slowly to some scratchy sax player
that moans on the hi-fi in the corner,
78 revolutions per minute.
Across the street Edison's floor lamp sputters on,
its street light halo hanging drunkenly askew…
victim of some hooker's shoe that was thrown too wildly
last summer during the heat.
I remember the pimp laughed and retaliated
with two black eyes, knocking her down.
She lay there in the gutter,
spread-eagle beside the fireplug
squashed obscenely into the sidewalk
like some flaccid penis.
We just watched,
leaning against the silent telephone pole.
No one dialed 911.
There's a clump of dandelions there now.
Max brushes against my leg
before throwing his 19 pounds upon the windowsill
to squat and preen and lick himself.
We settle back,
his cat's eyes leering into the night
seeing things I cannot see,
and the stars above ignore us
as silence settles in.
jd...you have an amazing style of writing that
always sends me into a cucklebone itch
or thinking with head scratches...witty
and Hi Max~
I loved this poem, such a great story and slice of life from a place I've never been, thank you!
I will have a collection of all the things you wrote
that I wished I had,
just came in from a walk
"seeing things I cannot see,
and the stars above ignore us
as silence settles in."
Damn
...what a great way to capture a moment in time. I like the feline references, especially, Peeping Tom. Yes, cats see what we don't see...part of their mystery and allure. And you know...i don't believe for one second that Max was 'just' sitting there. Meow!
this perfectly.
Great work ...if you could find that view..it'd make a great illustrated poem.