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?
mine enemy grows older 
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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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Here pussy pussy……..
Sunday mornings involve
PostSecret
Coffee
Your blog
and tagging you.
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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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Not bewitched but befucked. Me too.
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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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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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Oh Mr. Big Lips,
please let us go!
🙂
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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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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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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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And thank you!
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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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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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Glen, I like it.
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Glenn, I love it. The difference a few years can make.
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