not a jazz cat
we talked death
we talked the track
my father’s horsewhispering
his mother well coiffed
swearing like a sailor (well she was a new yorker ape!)
1 brother likely dead
in coming days
a cat in pool this morn harbinger
of cat goddess bast sitting on his
at florida hospice where my football bro
kissed the sky angry nurses unstudied
in extreme compassion told me:
we measure life here in months weeks
days hours minutes
so how long does my brother have?
repeated each morning + it was
NEVER months or weeks just breaths
loud+long heart of a racehorse
too strong 2,306
Spring 2019 ..i saw a cat creeping..
I prefer the jazz cats! Bring on Christian Mc.