OVER THE EDGE
danuary 30, 2008

| Standing by a post
_| Looking sideways at passing cars
Glaring at ugly grey
Pissing poison onto the street:
This stupid ugly world
Is moving backwards up a corpse’s ass.

Rings of flame fall
Breaking dreams
Breaking promises, rules,
And burning hopes of escape:
It’s a crime

But that’s the way

The world is bent.

The trees are burning;
_| Black smoke rises, polluting the blue,
_| Blotting out happiness,

And greying the sky:

Now, the atmosphere displays rot:
My condition.

When It
Comes
Together

By Cody Willett

In the late winter mist we stood

on just fallen snow.

Two sets of tracks ran toward where
she and I stood together.

Our hearts were melting boilers

from the intense softness glowing in our eyes.
An affection shared only between two
best friends who finally started
realizing it was their time

had breached the lips of a dam
releasing all that was held back.

I am a black cat

and I see more than my share.
People should avoid me

for I cause tribulation.

None dare cross me for I am feared
and I will cross them right back.

I am intrigue ascribed by instincts
of the supernatural.

Controversy surrounds me as my
deeds reach ears I don’t even know.
Self sufficiency keeps me alive

my talents come naturally

I stalk the enemy

take whatever I want

frolic in the catnip

and disappear into the night with the hunted.
Only one impervious to my stigma
only one who flouts the superstition
can love me and call me theirs.
Until that one finds me

I jump from feline to feline

leaving promises

leaving hearts

leaving lives

shattered like mirrors

yet none see

my pain

my despair

my loneliness.