Those nails

Pity poor Pol Pot’s cat.
Hitler’s hamster.
Fed by this thing.
Stroked by this thing.
By this skin
those nails
they scratch
that spot.
Pity poor Pol Pot’s cat.

Wall pile

Wet ride this morning.
Chalk bricks trying to absorb
pulling it in cold wood
old wood.
Paper mats.
His wet feet uncovered, yes?
Flat cats lick his feet.
Vapor socks.
Lick sneaker pump.
Lick vapor swoosh.
And those feet stir.… Read on Macduff...