(AppreCJ8n, 0.31: Jacko The Cat)
But She wasn't sozza, hazza heart oh pro-perty,
'sapert heart
i courted with a blaud 'pon my totemic prop: purr imp, prowlpryer tea-
gles and tygons alike did admire for a birddog lion passant,
who even caught a bat as a callow cat.
Lion passantguardant when the greatesthunter and the greatestprey,
john the leg's neighbours and other humans, likewise admired
john the leg's batdog - 'by jove, it's jacko the cat!
Which, by proemial aid nomore delayed, went ohhere goes:
'o snowbellied but pavementcoated, with a grey griddleypatterned
surfacefur stratum fur us ta pat 'im, it's jacko the cat. Whose host
of habit, john the leg, jovially
abuses nextdoor john - downstairs john ta me - calls 'im 'a niggly cunt'
when that latterjack hoes his sliver of albion. Three english,
homely hostages of our habitat,
john and john and i can not quite relax like jacko,
a cat, can. Even whilst his mastered owner,
the leg's a fleshfisher, who cringeworthily wolfwhistles 'n' catcalls, heckles gals
- they pass on his passé pensionable piscatoutin' fur puhseh. Relax-
ingly shackled ta the unnatural, pampered simplicity born of complicity
with the jarns' 'n' loicey's, jacko lies doggo plus arvosungripped
ta the catio. Newspapercoloured, blendin' in with the average concrete
that blends in with the english weather. Sleeping off kip-
pers, corpus a carpet, furcoatfloor
catper tho' unlaid - jaffa jacko may've 'ad the snip,
but happybeing his own rug! Hiply halfarsed cat is a dab love
wrapt in a lump,
arrh, neutered and conkedout coodgie coodgie cougar. ooo that puss
don't give a c-a-t-s-h-ite 'cept 'bout f-i-s-h-i-ease! Majestically
fluffy, huffily yowllive if on greasesplats le gros gris chat
were used fur an infra dig floorrag! As if we didn't remember
who's familiar inferior, who the boss...
Damn purrbrain, duzzythink the skint by design aren't so dumb,
coz i think 'e's urbane t'accept gainful unemployment as nature's way.
Inta tigers of senescence, long may the hunterless concrete we lounge on
cretinise us! Would remain kittenspry
if we remained kittens. Therefore stretch if you must,
but do not budge.
Andsnakewhenyou yawn - as an unclogging snake,
as jacko snaking tho' a wellslunk chunk
of ubermensch moggy,
till the catalyst of night activates his feline
alien slink.
o john the leg's love, elongated platinumsmudge
fur a beast bud,
ashenhue - gesundheit! - of a cityfeather, sirjohnmajor'sgrubes
orlongtoothedsmokers' aluminiumstubble.
Insulatin'ly pudgey e'en if exsufflating,
warmest and most threedimensional splodge on the slabbedover
grabbed furries' terra
- cute arrogant animal ha'nt gathered nature is hated.
Sew jahko
the cat dreams catdreams
of 'aving 'is orchiectomoggy's balls, the lead in 'is
whiskers back, and of purrsuading
his fosterdad, j. t. leg, ta ratsome woodpigeons fur 'im
instead of the tinned stewing spam.
Offcolour fleas curlupby the fleacollar of this wiseguy like macavity,
feline fantasising
himself king of the city, fur cats are the kings of the cities
and jacko's king of this city's cats,
mufasa about the onebedroomed flats.
Mellowikeen on cream,
he's ferocious as a loanaccountmanager's concern, a straight loon
fur skipjack alone. Jacko the cat's personality divests
the catty question, 'who will control the pest
controllers should they become pests?',
of the roar of relevance. His inactive manners charm
me, his inactive manner
charms like an underdog at charmschool.
B'sides, an instinctual
biobligation ta myshkebbab onsight would get any kotik
uptight inside outward phlegmatism. So let jacko slack, o
he has cat kudos,not dog pathos, sowotif
he couldbe doubletaken for a lordhightory's smokefilterin'
roomy woolly profligate eyebrow, enlarged and detached.'
And tho' me poerms naddadoo for p.m.t.,
mi poems do op on me, mi poem tee-
tering on the...ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
And nevernever mockop uponbut makeup
makeup for a throat too roached
ta doowop, pride been sacked - m'empties. Private talkingback sacked my
sacking, but Ceejay you be Ceej-
turionette shuzjet of aesthetic attack
on the fugly palace of my fables of lack!
You and i, who like poetry - divinitus accidit, like poetry!
Skimblescamble cantoetry a couchlouse couched in all th'unheardof