January 16, 2013 (I
was 68)
January 16, 2013 (I
was 68)
Tom,
the Cat, Berkeley in the 70’s
Tom had a cat
named Mandu
He lived on
the corner of Ashby and Adeline
with Elaine
whose cats were also so named
street cats as
it were
She had a
thing for live fur
and a claw
proof water bed
so it is said
a hippie pad
black light
postered walls
billowy pink
parachute tacked overhead
paraphernalia and
junk overspread
all over the
place like college degrees
and former
families And they had parties
that brought
out characters who knew Weed
Steven Weed
and had partied with him and Patty
Clever names
catch the cat’s eye
Once a bomb
blew the door at B of A
just down the
street as was the custom
of that day of
re-invented freedom
and unconventional
convention
Easy to agree
what is shouldn’t be
not so to know
whatever will be when they go
Both were both
mathematical and philosophical
but
artistically inclined they never
cleaned up the
mess and distress of dissolve
Catoptrics
explains the green reflection
from the
feline eye I cannot
Tom gave up
his ninth to a mechanical blast
Elaine knowing
my indifference to pets
passed Adeline
on to me Mandu
disappeared and
Elaine took Ashby up another street