Nine Lives or One

I’ve known a few cool cats,

but most have been loaves of bread,

purrers and posers, a few owls

among them, nightstalkers,

softwalkers, streetlight

ramblers, and poets

like Kerouac,

nine lives

or one,

not knowing

which they’re on,

fenceposts, railcars,

food dishes, wine bottles,

tambourines, or bongo drums —

like, meow, man, and they still carry on.

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Categories: Sour Honey

William Michaelian