3. Cat Bit Requiem

A mass for and/or recorded on a Clementoni Digi Pet

Cat Bit Requiem


creep, for the rest of his soul
will be my white tongue
for we choose to sleep on our roof
and no longer wear shoes

for he can spin the rest of his conversation
so long as he keeps in the news
 
trying to lisp i hope and back away from the bed
for the cork must be fixed into the spirit first
so he does not get wet, and the secret to new hope
in music counterweights him as he swims
ordinary hurricanes into steam
of my american nights:

soundless green sea in each wave
smells like a choir dog barking — so punctually
he beats his green drum,
rubs the field into rolled oats.

ousting eden not from the cornea
register for private registration, pad out
the war of our notebooks, we feel cougar like that
and people tell me each time i’m blonde
how i talk from the strip lights.
 
as for his power over the floor
those who tilt their wild horses
over their blisters
cloud their hard-won victories, 
he raids the suburbs when the sun signs off
and the new queenie is yet to be blown
off the knife-edge.
 
marches on through a kind of marmite he just made
if a hundred tones of a clod
could fall like the big banks are still solvent
my little zodiac corners me at the hilton
 
there are still no stoppers at the champagne shop
yet he’ll find his vowels across the distances
along rossini in the crimson carpet
 
chanting stuff he takes straight from my jaws
for if i’m working in the key of death
i am still his nursemaid in two shadows
as the cars rush silence into the day
only balloons as true as my blue-eyed boy.

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Soft Launch

This is track 2 from our poEPms Soft Launch: 22 poems based on 22 music tracks each based on 22 loops of a single sample.

Each track is released once per week for 22 weeks starting from 20.22 on 22.02.22.

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