The Sputum Pose
Spat at a stray black cat.
Nice flat timing, bike cruise smack.
'Twas smooching in a corner refuse,
but totally unfazed by my loog.
Think about it though,
mucous would serve as a styling poesy
vehicle for something
wrought up around
like a grandfather dying of throat cancer
with a loved one's:
fortitude, loyalty, stable
predictability in the regular
fillempty of life...
Spilled as soon a nonchalant purr
sports an attitude.