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When you have a cat around you there is always a point in the day in which you stop whatever you're doing and take a few moments to pet the cat. You might say a few nice words while scratching behind the ears or just quietly stroke their silky fur while the cat does nothing except to accept or sometimes embellish the love by purring and nuzzling your hand. Then you walk away and continue with the agenda that's today but with a warm feeling because you just passed on love to another.

A Birth

This morning at 2:53 am in a room that was carefully darkened
with the light and hum of electronic machinery
a group of trained cheerleaders
shouting strangely as the sound did not bounce
off the deadened walls
and unknown to passers by
G-d was born.
 
Yet again His forehead was slick with the
water in which he had walked upon
pudgy fingers struggled to quantify
His first score in a long line of tests
that were strangely enough designed
to avoid the issue of his being
the Almighty.
 
Some may suppose the presence of mangers and lambs and hay
but it was truly needles and bleached polyester and cotton
finally here after being lost in 
a bureaucratic maze of insurance
that the coming blessed event
was not marked by a star
but the ritual assigning of
a nine digit number
in place of a name.

Brownsville

I was hitch hiking across country with some companions and we stopped at a bar in Brownsville Texas to make a phone call. Sitting in a corner table was Carl Jung. He had a almost full bottle of blended tequila in front of him and two glasses. I asked him about the collective unconscious. He said “See this room—with the tables? The tables are people's egos.” I looked about the room and there were many tables. Some were clean but others had people sitting at them with different plates and glasses and condiments. He then continued. “The collective id is the floor.” I absorbed and then asked a question: “What about G-d?” Carl smiled and said “This table is your theology, your scripture.” He filled the glasses with tequila and continued, “and G-d is the floor.”

Good Sisters

The good sisters that now lie
in the mud beneath my feet
now know evil because
they've seen it
heavier then the stones and earth pressing upon their flesh
or what's left of it
amiable pathway for the verdant vine intertwining
a wired fence
to keep out the curious such as me
from wondering what manner
of soldier sleeps here.

Kitten Question

On a certain crisp fall day a kitten ran up to me while I was raking leaves. His tail was in the air and all I had to do to make him purr was scratch around his ears. He was brown with a black nose and tail. He looked at me and asked “Do you know how to change the nature of the universe?”

I looked at him and laughed. “Of course I do. I can do it here and now with my rake.”

 

The Entwife

“I belong right here,” she said
and stamped her foot upon the soft earth
that ran far beyond where I could see
disappearing into the rolling hills
studded with ripening corn.

“I can teach you,” she cried
the promise of knowledge upon her lips
and distance in her eyes as she
looked beyond her rivers for wisdom
which she would then gather in her breast
and then cast upon the riverbank
like pennies from heaven.

“I will beseech you,” she wailed
in the darkened and lonely night
to bring justice to the children
to bring justice for the children
that eternally spring forth from her womb.

“I will reach you,” she whispered
as my body slowly turns to sand
a part of my own return to the earth
where we melt and become one.

“I will sing a song, my dear,” she promised
A ballad professing the love of every body
in this crisp autumn morning in Iowa
sunlight beyond words abound.

Banker

On the occasion to be a banker
holding pennies for the the penniless
copper disks conducting
affluence and gravy with the roast
soft to the butter knife
yet so chewy that it takes hours
just to swallow.

Realizing that it's time to be franker
I count, straightforwardly, the value of accounts
an objective guideline
to establish among us who is truly wealthy
and intercept money not proper
redirecting it to a closet
where it can be found and stolen later.

The afternoon sun makes me a forsaker
willing to stay upon the carefully clipped grass
talking of my past experience
and how it makes me wiser
but not smart enough
to get back into the building
when my break is through.

A Puzzler

I want to live in a small town

And be in the small town life

Have a house just a couple of streets over

From the cornfields or maybe the gully

Yet hear the traffic from the main drag

From my open window

On one of those summer evenings

Hearing life bloom in its simple ways.

 

I want to be in a small town forever

And cry with joy in their church

Secure in the knowledge that Jesus could love

A wretch like me

And drink coffee and play cards like I really mean it.

 

I want to die in a small town

And be buried in a stone walled cemetery

Where kids sneak off to after sunset

Sitting upon my gravestone as they hash out their plans of escape

My decomposing body fertilizing their love

The last gasps of twilight promising a dawn

Just the same

As the one that came yesterday.

I Softly Cried

 

I softly cried

when I saw the child cower

under the thin blanket

meant to fend off the poverty of cold

but useless when confronted

by my jack-booted foot

so early in the morning

once fueled by righteousness of law

now softened

by my philosophy of action.

 

I softly sobbed

when I took the deep love of a woman

and used it to sandpaper my ego

each sheet more fine then before

achieving a polish that upon reflection

shows the people who surround me

or so I would hope.

Cats in compromising positions

So welcome to CatPorn.net.

You probably won't see any photos of actual cats. And it's unlikely that you'll see any porn. But then I'm not really sure what you will find here. I threw up some random stuff prior to this post but now have decided that I am going to make this a new version of an earlier stream of consciousness blog I created called therevolutionaccordingtojakejake.com. Maybe this time I'll be a little sharper, a little wittier, a little more reverent. But I can't guarantee that. What follows this post is simply the stuff I find lying upon the ground while searching for Truth, that is truth with a capital T. I will play no favorites, respect no boundaries, respect no god here. My only hope is to make you think.