Transfiguration

Petrified, my heart
Refuses your vain entreaties
Deny the charm of your
Silver-plated words
Which do insinuate
Like cold serpents.
Give me your kiss of sin
So I may spit the poison
Into the well of your being
Which I devour —
A rapacious beast.

Cat Existentialism

On padded feet you approach the window
And gaze out into the sky
I wonder what is it you think of?
I wonder what peace makes you contemplate
The world which you inhabit moment by moment
That state of being
That state of living
Without even knowing your mirror reflection
That reflects your eyes and nose and ears
Is a reflection of you
But it isn’t, is it?
Nothing can reflect your soul