Yer blues are only beginning, black cat.

Her ears don’t catch your meowing, black cat.

With autumn’s wind, jasmine-scented hair flew;

her waving was so dismissing, black cat.

Like a St. Bernard, she sniffs out desire–

are your insides always showing, Black Cat?

Hedonistic dreams swim by while she walks;

The lotus floats without sighing, black cat.

Her majesty won’t need a megaphone:

the bird’s lullaby is crushing, black cat.

Her answering machine echoes within.

How palpable is your longing, black cat?

Your heart is heavy and yet you weigh less?

The tuna is meant for eating, black cat.

Moist eyes sulk as Sputnik orbits the earth.

Is your righting reflex missing, black cat?

You are he as she is she without you.

The world goes without sense-making, black cat.

Winter’s windy hands won’t let you forget.

Is your lusting so frostbiting, black cat?

Plenty of times there was no time for you…

Was your path made for avoiding, black cat?

How many lives does it take to get there?

Daft words are all you keep saying, black cat.

Koi fishes don’t really have wings, you know.

Starky and you need a blessing, black cat.