My familiar is a cat,
an old black cat
sharpens her claws on the couch-arm
My old black cat,
the Cross-eyed cat
jumps on my chest and rumbles
The Cross-eyed Cat,
a Halloween cat
arches her back and blinks
Both paws up,
claws at the ready
she combs my beard when I hold her
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I Am Lizard, Who The Hell Are You?
Rage, confusion, love and hope, in order of prevalence. And some bad poems.
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I Am Lizard, Who The Hell Are You?
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