Category: To Lure a Wild Cat Poetry
The Cat Behind Bars
The cat behind bars, He stays inside and stares at his counterpart. That day outside, the conflicting sides. His ears cast the devil’s signature figure. It doesn’t help that his prey reflects the light. Sitting and waiting, it’s just a matter of time.
‘Why’d you push me?’ Cause I love you, and I push those I love. I push the pudding further away to the corner. ‘Are you not having the pudding?’ To have for later.
I’m Not Made of Concrete (Cost of Living Crisis)
I’m not made of concrete (Cost of living crisis) Sitting at my desk. I deem the column in front of me hollow, Lacking concrete. Perhaps it is the cold sensation coming out from it, Or the mould around it that gives it that eerie touch. These four walls have yet to fool me. I work…
A runner sits on the hospital’s garden bench, And hears a woman battling off the hospital staff, ‘Not again,’ ‘Get off!’ All the yelling was coming from the top floor mental health ward. The runner stayed vicariously fighting restraints nonexistent to her. A butterfly stood next to her, Practicing the art of minding its own…
I Eat Swans (An Anecdote)
Like a sheepdog, I herd those away from me, in Spanish:‘Are you visiting ‘X’ today?’‘And ‘Y’ and ‘Z’ How are they?’‘The Queen died today,’ I said.My friend in Colombia told me that day.‘There are going to be memes.’They said. I went to a party; later on that week.In which coke head broke an ‘I Eat…
I’m tired.Another interview, another day.‘We need to give our emails a human touch,’Said my manager today.Recruiters and things are hard to keep up with.And that is the most human shit I can say.
With Spring coming, I can’t wait for a new start.Here is a poem from last year’s autumn. The windy weather rushed us in,Except for some daring smokers.I want to write about the fountain outside.And the waves that are forming on the water because of the breeze.I both want to lament and celebrate the end of…
I’m glad that you are a given in this household,I’m thankful I don’t have to go out there and find you.‘You don’t interrupt,’ you say.When I step in, and you are watching some old film clip.We are better perceived unproductively.
Dear phone, you aren’t there all the time. But I don’t know if that registers with you. Trees don’t produce actual shade on Google earth, And you know my mood depends on the state of the world.
On a Lazy Afternoon
On a lazy afternoon, I’m listening to the Shape Of My Heart. Funnily enough, this is the type of music that gets the old chavs at the pub talking to you. I can see it now ‘oh, where do you know this song from love?’ And I would end it there and then, saying ‘TikTok.’