the cats fear the weed whacker's appending doom

noise chatters from a mountain

the man in mask
whip's a weed wacker

she calls out
" sophie, sophie"
the cats bell is nowhere

the weeds fly,
the nose runs,
=========
the itchy eyes water and the
weeds clear the field
but nowhere
the masses
running for their lives
not a one.
_____________________
_____________________
_____NOwhere
is the Christ
to warn them
of the weed whacker

she calls out
"kitties,
kitties,
sophie,
snoopy come here kit-kitt-kitties."

the nose will dry and the noise will die
and the cat will come in for a temptation-treat-goodie
and forget the appending doom
and sleep in my lap.

TRICK AT THE PARTY FT KICE, AURAL ARCHITECH, JAY OH YES, DERTY KEV

air em out

the air is out...

this will eventually get vocals on it, but I thought I'd put it up...more poetry to come I promise...I just rarely type them anymore and mostly long hand them so they await the keyboard...