If there is no love in the world,
I came for nothing



So they tell me
I’ve lost you and
you can never love me
anymore, or ever to
have been.

Why do they tell me
you hate me when
I was so kind

Why don’t you love me
if you said you did.

Why do they tell me
you hate me so.

I remember
the kindness of us,

and I think once
we were joy

until we met.

No Cats Will Dog Me

No Cats Will Dog Me

Photo by Mona Magnussen on Unsplash

No Cats Will Dog Me

This is no life
where I have no
sheep to herd
or cats

There is a status cat
who purrs for me, but
she will betray me
for a mouse
to toy with.

She could catch him, and
play him with a yarn, but

he doesn’t know why
her fickle heart would
palpitate on a glorious whim

But there is her love sail
that gathers the wind, and
I am blown away.

I wait on my island
for her to be shipwrecked,
because she doesn’t know
I love her.

Chicken Little News on Sale

A barking dog and Tom-Dick-and-Harry howling cats kept me awake all night so at dawn, I, in a rambling morning way, went to the Supermarket. The Sandpaper™ Chicken breast tenderloins were on sale for $3.99 a pound. That’s the good news.
    (But before the bad news, talking dogs are always a good topic.
Q. What does the dog say when she walks over sandpaper?
A. Rough, rough, err ruff, grrr, spell check.
Q. What does the dog say when she wants you to get the cat off the top of the house?
A. Roof, roof.
Q. What does she say when people do extravagant supplications before the King?
A. Bow wow.)
    But I had wanted to read the review of a re-make of Tennessee Williams’ “Cat on a Hot Tin Roof,” and a barking dog told me I should rush to the Supermarket to get chicken cutlets on sale.
    I went to the local “Shoppy Food Masque™” store to contemplate how I would make a gourmet chicken dish cheap. I thought that before I decided how much to buy that I should go to the back of the store where they have a portal to an Alternate Universe where I could consult with a wise chef who’d give me a good recipe with cheap ingredients.
    But I couldn’t remember the password. It had something to do with “guts”.
    So I went back to the show case for cutlets to get my chicken breast tenderloins on sale for only $3.99 a pound weight. But they didn’t have them, and I thought maybe it was some sort of bait-and-switch subterfuge. But I didn’t feel like putting bait on a hook and catching some deluxe fish in the Supermarket special fun tank (catch a fish and you get it for free after paying for a fishing license and a lobster.)
    The good news was that I remembered that the password was “tenderloin.” So I went to the back of the store and entered an Alternative Universe.
    The sage gave me a recipe, but no chicken cutlets.
    Sometimes you just can’t rely on talking dogs to bark up the right tree.