I sweep the floor
The floor too swiftly
And never realize
I was listening to “Auld Lang Syne
And holy, Holy night”
On an April’s height of daylight
Who does that,
On a sunny April day?
“Ask the stars.” them, Magi say.
Of course, but
On a Sunday, sunny day?

I do the laundry
The laundry so intently
And never realize
The clock says five,
Five after nine to five
(And it’s the year 19-April-night)
Who hangs their clothes to dry
Under a month of March moon’s light?
Then the cat says “Just mew,
You, little foolish mew”
F*ck. What a mocking Monday moon.

I do the dishes
The dishes, now audaciously
Then a hunch, I had a paper
Right in my right pocket
Was the annual letter
On an April Fools’ November.
And how you wrongly dated it “September”
Year 19-April-forever, then under,
You wrote here
“Dear, I’m leaving.”
Now isn’t April Fools’ addicting?

I sweep the floor
The floor too swiftly
And never realize
I was listening to “Auld Lang Syne
And holy, Holy night”
On an April’s height of daylight
Who does that,
On a sunny April day?
“Ask the stars.” them, Magi say.
Of course, but
On a Sunday, sunny day?

I do the laundry
The laundry so intently
And never realize
The clock says five,
Five after nine to five
(And it’s the year 19-April-night)
Who hangs their clothes to dry
Under a month of March moon’s light?
Then the cat says “Just mew,
You, little foolish mew”
F*ck. What a mocking Monday moon.

I do the dishes
The dishes, now audaciously
Then a hunch, I had a paper
Right in my right pocket
Was the annual letter
On an April Fools’ November.
And how you wrongly dated it “September”
Year 19-April-forever, then under,
You wrote here
“Dear, I’m leaving.”
Now isn’t April Fools’ addicting?

I’ll sing to you a lullaby
Early tonight
If yesterday, we dream awaken
To Fate’s fragile faith, and Her faults
Turned our nightmares
Tomorrow, it will be
As if the songs
And the words
Have never been written,
Nor heard existing
Just as the stars have fallen
Between the cracks of the daylight’s skin.
So go to sleep early
Tonight.
Near Sunrise, I become only
That gentle wind, silently
Dancing in one of your
Faintest memories
Where the dark hours have been.
(And the Earth laid flat),
Where us has become
Except, through some twisted chances
Or by Heaven’s choice (or joke)
Shall never be.

Come 3 am
the earth, I iron flat
the stars, I ink with black
and blue, and pink
the night sky, I sprinkle on her
some white cathartic clutter
and all that shit
Here
in the infinity
of this late hours and
Now
in the darkness
and strangeness
of me.
If God had thought of this
mess before
Will you have been mine?

The cat is the shepherd

I shall not tell a lie

She maketh me rest down in fields of weed

And leadeth me beside quiet pools of fresh booze

She restoreth my sanity

She loveth me unconditionally as she routinely purreth out

Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of light

I shall fear no gods and dogs

For your killer stench is with me

Your paws and fur, they comfort me

You shit a shitload before my enemies

Whilst in the middle of their feast

And though you anoint my stuff with piss

Still my joy overflows

Surely, your feline warmth will follow me

All the days of this lousy, pathetic life,

And I will dwell in the house of the tabby

No matter how foul and evil

The stink may be.

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apologies to the Christians who i may have offended by this. i never mean to.

remember, Jesus tells us to forgive more than 77 times.

or something like that.