A Kitten Thinks Of Nothing But Murder All Day

The word,
the drink
and the people on the outside.
The story of the old drunk who died the previous night
and once sat in that very seat.
His daughters since removed and far away.
The peace and calm of loneliness broken by stories of woe.
The workers busting up the street,
working for families they cant stand to be around.
Business men pushing past,
chasing paper.
School girls giggling
and young men erect.
The sun is shining,
I am alive
and the kitten thinks of nothing but murder all day.

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One response to “A Kitten Thinks Of Nothing But Murder All Day

  1. kittybrmow

    I know…one of my most favorite things in the world is when I realize nothing is what it seems. Like the Acceleration of Knowledge, the Clarity of Perspective has been increasing in frequency as of late…..and my flesh is in a constant state of goosebumps! To be able to see behind the facade of others is a gift I will always treasure, and share…thank you for the same.

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