Friday, October 14, 2011

The Night Confessor

Where Is The Fucking Cat? ~ Benoit Paille

The ground is mistaken
You are no contender
For the glittering prize
Awarded for glass walkers
On unpatterned steps
Designed to obscure

The house overlooking
In twilight mistaken
Yellow-tooth kitchen
And bedroom blue eyes
Which talk to the garden
In whispers of light

The moon condescends
To mistake the gravel
For a carpet of crushed glass
The fence of car doors closing
Tells tales of the footsteps
Secret meetings in amber

5 comments:

Courtney said...

I am always wondering where Kitty is lol

Harnett-Hargrove said...

Not to be too agreeable, but i do love this seemingly city-scape where the moon 'condescends'. -J

mapstew said...

We may have only met, but I've decided to stay for a while longer. :¬)

Feckin' cats!

Harlequin said...

this is great!! the title, the image and the poem... loved it all.

Garth said...

Courtney: fit it with a headcam then you'll wish you'd never wondered :D

Jayne: The moon always condescendes ;}

Mapstew: good :)

Harlequin: fangewverymuch :D