triple damn cat


Opened the door to see the tail of the cat

that’s all I saw scat, just the tail of the cat

but the rest of the cat was there somewhere

I just didn’t know where (or really care).

Till down came the witch calling cat! cat!

where you at, cat? zoomin’ around on her

stick, pounding the ground yelling

cat! cat! even louder than that! I watched

through the crack in the door but the light

on the floor drew her look, and I knew I was

fucked, fucked, forever fucked, because

all that it took was one look and she had

me, every cell as it split and all of my entities

my extra personalities, my torn heart that

snagged on a branch as she flew off with

the cat, damn cat, triple damn cat and she

laughed, she laughed, imagine that? I’m all

hollowed out and she’ll eat me for lunch

and she laughs…

She goodnights the moon and she leaves

me alone thinking cat, cat, will you ever

come ever come ever come back? Cat?

Will you? Will you ever come back? Cat?

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16 Responses to triple damn cat

  1. johemmant says:

    🙂

    She goodnights the moon? Wish I’d come up with that……brilliant.

    Stolen hearts, witches, cats and the f word…..stir the cauldron mr mobbs, that’s a green and bubbling brew.

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  2. angryballerina says:

    Here pussy pussy……..

    Sunday mornings involve
    PostSecret
    Coffee
    Your blog

    and tagging you.

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  3. Lakota says:

    LOL!!! Fabulous!!!
    I adore this one!

    errr – you do know E was a fox, not a cat, right? just saying though i’m thinking fox wouldn’t work here so well. ~wink~

    This will have me giggling for days:
    ” and I knew I was fucked, fucked, forever fucked, because
    all that it took was one look and she had
    me, every cell as it split and all of my entities
    my extra personalities”

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  4. Greybeard says:

    Not bewitched but befucked. Me too.

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  5. ozymandiaz says:

    Wow, Rick. That is awsome. Speaks to the kid in my, no not that kid, the other one.
    Anyhow
    The work rolls wonderfully.

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  6. xpalla says:

    You better hope he never comes never comes never comes back

    the best part of this ,is just the tail of the cat , and I can hear you reading it and just……………. laughing …….

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  7. niebla says:

    Oh Mr. Big Lips,
    please let us go!

    🙂

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  8. rick mobbs says:

    bubbling away here, jo

    angry, always a pleasure to hear from you. Tell me if you see my cat. I’ve never been tagged before. I’ll tell you 6 things.

    lakota, I’m thinking maybe you were the model…

    greybeard. sigh. me three. it makes life interesting.

    ozy, i ate one of my inner children by mistake this morning,

    xpalla, where you been?

    niebla, mist, fog, what a great name.

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  9. GReat storyline, and a lively pace. At first I thought it was going to be a kind of Shel Silverstein poem, but then I saw how f*cked the narrator was, and how it was actually existential. Entertaining, especially since it wasn’t me who got f*cked over by that witch. 🙂

    Very interesting poem.

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  10. I think it was Schroedinger’s Cat! Neither here, nor there….

    I did another poem today based on the picture you sent me!–called Seeing Eve. The painting is perfect! The poem, not so much. But I tried.

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  11. rick mobbs says:

    mariacristina, actually dr seus came to mind as I was writing. The f*cking f-word just came out the way it did and I thought, what the f*ck…

    pepektheassassin, Schroedinger’s Cat made me laugh.

    I love Seeing Eve and posted it here as well. Thank you.

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  12. marlowe44 says:

    It is always a joy to read a poet who is not afraid of the “F” word. When it needs to be included it should be included; not for shock, but as part of the vernacular, part of our endeavor to communicate. The witch reminds me a bit of my first, my practice wife. She hated cats. Maybe she had a little French in her too. They eat cats over there, as well as never wear underpants; or so they say.

    I loved the poem, and I reposted it on FFTR. Taking your advice, as I gently rearranged some of the lines, the emphasis, I gave myself credit. It came out a bit of a different literary animal, a other dimensional entity.

    Triple Damn Cat

    Opened the door
    to see the tail
    of the cat
    that’s all I saw
    scat,
    just the tail
    of the cat–
    but the rest
    of the cat
    was there
    somewhere–
    I just didn’t know where
    (or really care).

    Till down came
    the witch calling
    cat! cat!
    where you at,
    cat?
    zoomin’ around
    on her stick,
    pounding the ground
    yelling
    cat! cat!
    even louder than that!

    I watched
    through the crack
    in the door
    but the light
    on the floor
    drew her look,
    and I knew I was
    fucked, fucked,
    forever fucked,
    because
    all that it took
    was one look
    and she had
    me,
    every cell
    as it split
    and all of my entities,
    my extra personalities,
    my torn heart
    that snagged
    on a branch
    as she flew off with
    the cat,
    damn cat,
    triple damn cat;
    and she
    laughed,
    she laughed,
    imagine that?

    I’m all
    hollowed out
    and she’ll eat me
    for lunch,
    and she
    laughs…

    She goodnights
    the moon
    and she leaves
    me alone
    thinking
    cat, cat,
    will you ever
    come ever come ever come
    back?
    Cat?
    Will you?
    Will you ever come back?
    Cat?

    Rick Mobbs May 19, 2008

    **** Gently rearranged by Glenn Buttkus.

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  13. rick mobbs says:

    Glen, I like it.

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  15. rick mobbs says:

    Glenn, I love it. The difference a few years can make.

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