tick tick tock
between dusk and dawn
convulsions of my mind
a small cat of my imagination sitting on a leather
chair- licked black steered to precision between acute and obtuse
facing a fuzzy Television.
Aware but unprovoked, disinterested
not long before the bomb drops- inevitable yet unmoving
cat stays still mind blank yet knowing.
Reoccurring dream I’ve had since i was about 8, I found it hard to describe it legibly, so I thought in prose would be easier.
Josh
08-04-15
Fatherkim 
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