from a cat’s life

by DocStray

Posted to Action Poetry on 2004-05-25 14:20:00

Written to parallel anyones life..

I was born in June underneath a table in the kitchen. My mother cared for me until she felt she had enough of the birth. My father was never there , and seldom was ever mentioned since he fucked my mother and disappeared, up north somewhere. I spent the first 13 years of my life in the city where food came in scraps, and sex was more prominent that both love or food. I spent my time having sex. I traveled quite a bit , and escaped death more times than I spent having sex. I looked foward to the changing of the moon and puddles after it rained.
I loved the dandelion fields ….

When I was 15 I was struck by a car …. but I had many sons and daughters …