Morning comes; graves awaken
As chemical lids ajar.
Steam slinks from the kettle
Whose steel gargoyles my face
In warped curves and bone-shifts,
And the frantic cat thrub-dubs my knees
As red meat sinks by my hand to her level
By logistics beyond her mentality.
The clock counts time,
Radium moon-face,
A skull in the abstract,
Steel as statistic.
But I sink all in steam-flow;
Water boils the leaves around -
Pot-bellied warm tea,
White lava of sunlight.
And the cat
Purrs.