Cat Over Clock

Poetry Saves the World



The street

The street sections here Without light Wander through them Each step in the footprints Of overconfident monsters At home I don't butter my bread Or sing in the shower I promise to make tea Build a fire and create something... Continue Reading →


I found him on the floor, Snared. Colors shimmering, A piece of dirty rug? No. Too late to interfere, forgot to Say a prayer for him, to lament. Brain twisted in the wrong way, The moon showed the sun Her... Continue Reading →

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