Feral implications tend to

list the invitations

secretly, while hate vacations

far away, 'til tomorrow,

when chemicals dispurse

their residue inside my purse

will no doubt, try to yell their curse

but that was yesterday, I know,

I weave inside and out, just like my words

peek quick and stout

and not unlike my visionary self

I keep hidden from you.

The cool boats on the harbor float,

too close together for their coziness

to institute itself, they're cramped, like me,

and what the hell

is that?  Way up upon the hill,

Oh wait, I think I'm dreaming still,

the feral kitties will their will and meow my eyes awake...

Feral invitations tend to

fill the implications

secrets keep while I vacation

in my dreams until tomorrow.

The chemicals  have dispursed

but their residue's inside my purse,

I think I imagine their curse

from yesterday, I know.

I weave-walk in and out, just like my words,

so quick and stout,

and maybe like my visionary self

I keep hidden from you.

The warm boats on the harbor float,

too close together for their coziness

to institute itself, they're cramped, like me,

oh, what the hell

is that?  Just there, beyond the hill,

Oh wait, I think I'm dreaming still,

the feral kitties will their will and meow my eyes awake...

Written by Rose Loya, Copyright 2008