(Lost tie)

Dionysius Dean Alexander Nicholson

 

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lost tie 

my little cat

handful of flour –

flame; one white spot

 

rests in road

the one that robs me

my poor little cat

lost

 

in road of dream

purple green

white and fiery

in the road of hers

 

the glacial smile I kiss

and my body tightens horribly

when all of the sudden at night

I wish to rest and sleep

 

in wet grave

the tawny road

to fall asleep next to her

and her filmy feet

 

to leave, I can't

alone I cry

in stack, tasteful

stack of hay

 

perhaps it's hers

terrified shade

like foam she moans

over our heads

 

perhaps she sleeps

now instead of me

while her blossom fades

-my little cat

Previously published in

The Great Works, UK (Issue 9.1 — June 24, 2007)