Paul Williams

My Black Cat

Lost again
We walk among the dead
Scattering the truth
My black cat has lost one eye
and there's only seven days to go
cancer grows all around me
I have read the books
and watched the swallows leave
I settle for coffee and cigarettes
and listen to the distant bells
my room is a mess
absent of all help
I chased the things that
bothered me around my head
but still i did not find you
it has been raining for some time now
but still I'm sitting in my shorts
burning up inside
it's a beautiful life

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, February 13, 2008

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  • Michael Thygesen (2/13/2008 2:26:00 PM)

    I enjoyed this poem a lot. I thought the way you described all these negative things and saw the beauty of it all.

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