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Kyle Hemmings
Cat People #4
if you want to bebop with me,
tabby-O,
you'll have to get up
on the downbeat,
raise the hump
on the catwalk,
angora pouty,
singapura smirk.
let's weave and bobtail
in this club
of city strays
and some out-of-town
ringed robins
those day jobs of neutering night
but under stobe lights
bare nipple is all the rage.
Perk up to all the words
the DJ spins for us:
sun hat, fat cat,
hellcat, requiescat
scaredy-cat, Magnificat,
copycat. I love you, silly cat.
by the time the lights go on,
we'll be wrapped
in each other's fur
chancing the backalleys
of marble-still Abysinnian eyes
tiny flashlights
into the void of morning
streets of furball and phantom wind
catty hookers cracking over a lost shoe
slow dancer hungover mist.
©2011 by Kyle Hemmings
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Kyle Hemmings is the author of three chapbooks of poems: Avenue C (Scars Publications),
Fuzzy Logic (Punkin Press), and Amsterdam & Other Broken Love Songs (Flutter Press).
He lives and writes in New Jersey.
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