Pclem's Frayed Thread

[PClem]

Oh, hell.

Index

1.The Cat Hater's Poem
2. After the Death of the Last Cat
3. Pigeonholed
4. Lepidoptera
5.Remainder
6.Payne County Cows
7. Where Exactly is Payne County
8. Payne County Country
9. How to Say Goodbye to the Narcissist
10. There are Two Cities I Love and They Anchor The Mississippi River
I. Minneapolis
11. If I Ever Had a Reason to Sing the Blues or Leaving Payne County
12. BWCA
13. There are Two Cities I Love and They Anchor The Mississippi River
II. New Orleans
14. Mounds Park, Minnesota
15. Swaybacked With Dreams and Exploding Solitude
16. Interrupted
17. Text to My Daughter
18. Dead Tree, Still Standing in Payne County
19. Ode to The Rocky Mountain Chocolate Factory
20. Untitled
21. PClem's Advice to Women on Raising Children
22. Exchange : I
23. Exchange : II
24. Exchange : III
25. Exchange : IV Entire Poem with Pics or why I don't do Ekphrastics!
26. The Elephant
27. Genetic Disorder
28. What Freud Didn't Mention
29. Oklahoma Legislature Overrides Governor's Veto on Viagra Legislation: A Found Poem
30. Official Payne County Logic



I think the picture says it all.

[bop]

PC,

Does this excerpt from Shakespeare help to strengthen your thread? It's a bit of an oblique reference, but in my scenario Macbeth is the poet, Lady Macbeth is a mod.

MACBETH:
'Methought I heard a voice cry 'Sleep no more!
Macbeth does murder sleep', the innocent sleep,
Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleeve of care,
The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath,
Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course,
Chief nourisher in life's feast,-'

LADY MACBETH:
'What do you mean?'

I'm thinking of knitting, you've got no chance of sleep! Hope this helps. Good luck!

bop

[cookala]

gosh, this is going to be such a hard napo for me - just ain't feeling it, ya know? muse is nowhere to be found, the brain is in dull and boring mode. i'm keeping my fingers crossed something clicks after a few days....yes, end of the rope it is!!

[Dave Wiseman]

Just keep climbing, just keep climbing, just keep climbing, oh, look ...rafters!

[new leaf]

Just keep this handy, Laurie!

[M]

Hey, yo. Thanks for the weaponry. And the vote of confidence. This is gonna be a wild ride...glad we're in it together.

[D.C. Butler]

This might do the trick

[PClem]

Thanks for the encouragement, Fray Check and extra rope!

[avalanche]

dangled from the rope of sand....

[PClem]

That's what it feels like, Avalanche. And I think you just gave me another first line to a poem! Now if I can just come up with a second and a third and a...

[Zeedee]

You can do it Laurie! Good luck!

[standardcrow]

Woo and here is some....



Money for old rope...

[PClem]

What I really want to know is

Where are my beverages??????

[pepperedmoth]

I found them, I found them!

[PClem]

The Cat Hater’s Poem

I hate the way you amoeba-ooze on my pillow
around my head, under the covers,
over my legs.

Your fifteen pounds compress my chest.
This is the weight of hate.

Your puff guffs weave through and gray my sheets.
Texture and color of hate.

Your rusty purr, the static that incandesces
from your fur? Flog me with a feline!
Hate incarnate!

I hate whoever misrecorded your date of birth.
Abracadabra! You are an illusion.
Figment of hate.

I hate tabby dreams - canary, fish, mice and snake,
half dead tabby gifts brought to bed.
Tabby kitchen counter dash,
tabby spills, tabby hidden inside drawers.

I hate your toenails
pick, pick, pick
between your teeth.
I hate your teeth.
I hate your kidneys with the passion
I reserve for things that quit.

Your parting gift,
a hind claw in my left breast,
a scar of hate over my heart.

Rest warm, the way you like it,
Teddy Cat, on God’s broad chest.
Bane of my existence, rest in peace.
They say I loved you, can I still deny it?
November thirty-first nineteen ninety-four
to March sixth twenty-ten.