Longing or '**** you, next door's cat.'

Fuck you, next door’s cat,

sunk in smug puddles of riddled fur,

curled like a purring, steaming turd.

Fuck you, next door’s cat,

shitting on MY roof,

tongue hung in lolling, languid pools,

ass like the wrong end of a child’s balloon.

Up yours, next door’s cat.

I aim a rock at the roof rat,

smirking illusion shatters,

fucking cat,

you’re everything I should have had.

Your slinking bravery of complacency’s

too much for me and all that soaks

through paper shells to distract me

from drowning suns

and dead star beams.

I hate the cat I’ve failed to tame,

our love’s an edge, a thronged two-way

of praise and blame.

And me, I thought I’d grown all the way up,

that its lesson had stuck.

The one that said I don’t have to try to fuck

everyone I like, or like

everyone I fuck.