Homeless Hotel ~ Monday, May 11, 2026

For the love of strange Papa Kitty

Forget that he is riding the Red Line
or that he is running late for work, now
really none of this means anything much

thoughtful or thoughtless, everything is fine
he is in pain from falling while running
each day is misery, a sacred cow

love is a blessing, or a curse, as such
only everything hurts, slow healing scrapes
virtually forgotten, always gunning
each day, just to get by, until he dies

of course, his cats make him happy, or sad
for such is this world, full of hungry cries

supper on the way, try not to get mad
take a moment to breathe, enjoy some crêpes
right from the pan, with raspberries and cream
angelheaded hipsters dance as wolves howl
never mind the commute, wholly mundane
given the layers to peel, why not scream
evidently, she appears too pretty

Papa Kitty rarely ever to scowl
at this beautiful world, but how inane
perhaps, her selective hearing pretends
asinine, a ridiculous donkey

Kiss the kitties when he gets home, long ride
in the land of discomfiture, unease
take a moment to breathe, let go of pride
take a moment to cry, accept disease
yes, the end is near, how he feels the bends

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