The Importance of Being Feline

Love on the Bathroom Wall

I found refuge at the bottom of an empty bottle,
Now bereft of cordiality.
And fulfillment in the concupiscent words
My virgin ears devoured lusciously.

I found rapture in a needle,
And beauty in the aesthetic crimson
Lacing my skin with outlines of identity, and shades of character.

I saw clarity in the chaos of shifting shapes and figures,
And order in playfully misshapen poses.

I found tranquility in anarchy
As I swayed in clumsy cadence to the ludicrous melody of an orchestra playing in
the silence of an empty box,
Blissfully unaware.




I discovered enlightenment in a paradox,
And I tasted the elusive wholeness that has escaped me all my life,
In the saltiness trailing from the windows of my soul that came to rest
Between my yearning lips.

I found LoVe on the bathroom wall...

Almost lost in the graffiti of imbecility.
Almost swallowed by profanity.
Almost drowned in a squalid pail.
Almost suffocated by despondency and poverty.

In the sordid mess of it all...

I found love on the bathroom wall