Early Tuesday
** After Scott Silsbe's far superior "Late Monday".Mostly we speak in newspaper headlines
and get punched in the head upon waking.
We pretend at numberless delusions,
as if this dark motion on cave walls is substantial.
When I say that I am going
we both recognize the lie.
It's not like I own a car or can drive.
I'm trying to remember the name of that singular cat.
He proclaims, "I hates meeces to pieces!"
Ah, Mr. Jinks debonair in blue bowtie
and then Pixie & Dixie.
If I listen closely I can almost hear the ennui creep.
"Is that the best you can do? An idiot cat from an old cartoon," she asked.
and I felt better than I had in weeks. She was saying she felt annoyed
at the time & thought I waste on trivia.
It's funny what too much television can do to your dreaming.
Old cartoons in the afternoon. Talking cats & antic mice.
Entire lives disappearing like that.
kc