MY PHYSICS
(charmed by the woodpile)
The cat got the gorge kindly
and finally and then someone
mentioned my name. Alone,
that all was nothing - like
the luthier suddenly making
electric guitars, all things
had lost all meaning, and
I have nowhere left to go.
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Nine lives nine time ninety-nine,
the worlds pile up old and tired.
The woodpile sags and falls -
imploded in the facts of its own
tired volition - all rot and moisture
and crumble. All it took, my friend,
was the weight of that one cat, and
he went down with the mess.
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What's the little weight of that
in grams or pounds or ounces? In
some oddly major way of physics -
the harshest stuff we live by - the
weight is added to by the settling impact
of moment, and only that one landing
moment, and then has momentum has
its draw as well - all enough to bring
it down ; the cat got the gorge kindly.
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