A Poem for Cat.

6:29 PM / Posted by Connor Burke /




I've been writing poetry about my roommate's cat lately, just in passing. Like not on paper or in a Word document. Strictly in my head.
For instance I saw her in the window yesterday and thought,

I am a cat in the window

in that I am the window.

A single purpose tool

to frame this feline

they call innocence.

I am a cat in the window

in that the window is me

and I appear transparent

so that it may use me

to view the world

and vicariously live in it

I am a cat in the window

in that the cat is smaller than me

and I am much bigger than it

and it should quit messing with my shit like scratching up my couch

or knocking things off my desk

or peeing on my clothes

or forgetting that I'm way stronger, smarter and better than it.

And it chewed through some of the wires behind

my computer and I have to find a new ethernet cable

to plug into our modem, and it's like ughhhhh....you don't understand that these things have

monetary value. I don't have a lot of money right now, so I can't be wasting grocery money each

week to go buy a new Ipod charger.

I would never say I'm a poet or gifted in any sort of prose writing, but after I pumped this little Anne Bradbury out I figure I'm probably really gifted at poetry too. Like all the other stuff I'm good at. Not specifically basketball or anything, but I am pretty good at basketball.


Anyway, I've run out of things to say, so I should point out that the Laugh Attic open mic is tomorrow night, upstairs at Boudreaux and Thibideaux's.

Show starts 8:30,
18+,
no cover



That's like the only other interesting thing I have to update about. I won't be there though. I should also point that out. I have to work. Gross.