Content warning:Poem. Cat. Music, Food, Gas
Dropcase
March 31, 2026
playing banjo
on spring afternoon
besmirched by cats
I find myself
in a tune and beating
a pattern unrecognized
captain draped
full across my shoulders
stabbing along
fluff-toed
counterpoint strumming
his slumber long
deconsecrated vapors
released to southern-influence
the other twang
silenced
lyrics awaiting new air
a less virulent stank
operation catgut violence
in new food bestowal
a roaring success
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