The feral feline
From Phoenixville
Not a vegan
If you will
But a clawed pagan
Able to instill
Once, this warm day, again
An honest thrill
She causes to be mine

Ignoring plants
While sipping their summer sweat
Hearing birds
Owing us no debt
Obscurely cashing their chirps, my words
Life lived real holds no regret
But from compulsive herds
Who fret
Like regimented ants

Totem Poles
Capture souls
Stacking roles
Of spirit foals

Little bears
Emerge from ears
Never tears
Visages not fears

Salmon people
Keep no steeple
Nor are able
To adore in a cathedral

But there’s this frog
Used to dense fog
On a pond’s log
Will haiku flow clog

Totem Poles
Capture souls
Stacking roles
Of spirit foals

Little bears
Emerge from ears
Never tears
Visages not fears

Salmon people
Keep no steeple
Nor are able
To adore in a cathedral

But there’s this frog
Used to dense smog
On a pond’s log
Will history blog

Robots are sniffing me
What do they expect to see
Everything is for free
All I can say is wowee

It takes no time
For them to climb
On each Rhyme
With speed sublime

Smelling of algorithms
Selling solipsisms
AI sniffing mechanisms
Information splitting prisms

Where is my knowledge panel
Not like I got a channel
I'm just literary rabble
Playing poetic scrabble

Pain
Is it insane
Cheerful refrain

When love stolen
Competes with money
Goodbye, honey

Nature
God’s structure
Rupture of reality

Think you're broke
A stroke
Of luck or just croak

Look across 
The fence
Big difference

Humans 
Are animal orphans
Prattling linguistic runes

The lark ascends
But no amends
If it pretends
None depends

Sound becomes 
Vision surrounds
Doubt confounds
Denial succumbs

Visions lost
Cleaned and polished
Like folklore relinquished
Big time cost

The country
Need not matter
They flew a scatter
Lark crests the tree

Call it crazy
Realty tossed
Really no cost
It's just hazy

Only a song
Blind way to see
Sound sets free
But for how long

When your pizza man
Looks like a saint
And in dream
Reality aint

But in dreams
The face denies
All the lies
You become faint

If mozzarel
Is too squishy
And your gullet
Lacks washy wishy

But you can speak
With a maestro
Who for all you know
Controls your gullet

Accept the taste
Consume what is possible
Avoid any waste
Eat the impossible

For the highest priests
Must feed their flocks
With the blood of beasts
And hard knocks

  

Come Into my kitchen
You will be cold
Even the twigs
Can never make you comfortable

You will laugh to light
Their embers
For what boiling sausage
And your glass needs washing

A chain dangles low
The chicken leg
Is out of place
Pull yourself out of this

The future appears
So you are confused
Where or when are you
Time and place confused

Repetition is continuous
Only turning off
Just to start again
But in the next room

A thousand generations
Set up silent shop
Windows open 
Breezes flow in to out

Fundamental language
Echoes
But you just smell
The signage of smoke

There were no lights
But burning wicks
And delights
Dry fetid sticks

Should you write
Not in braille
Yet lacking sight
Might you fail

Then a battle
to progress
Shake a rattle
To win success

Leave the cave
No climate change
The al fresco rave
Time is strange