I was chewed alive in the cat machine
see the high-heel marks on my back?
I earned them every blue and black.
can I interest you in garter belts or lizard pelts
two sad drips of absinthe in a mendicant bowl?
the poet never sleeps, or perhaps he can’t
It’s the only cure for a coma, sleep
You can’t just retire from being a vampire
this is a pale outpost of the temporary
The OM is only a dial tone
scraped from the airwaves
no FCC license, no designated carrier
The Cat Machine meshes fangs and claws
and silent feet. Satan has a tail for balance
an OM pronounced MEOW
Don’t ask me how they do it
the feline kills by instinct without remorse
The Cat Machine Purrs
The Cat Machine Purrs
