HIGH ANXIETY

in a bad sleep morning
when cigarette smoke curls
in the egg splashed kitchen
and 
the coffee explosion frozen on the wall
screams out 
LAZY SKANK 
the white-out stabs of delicate anxiety and end-times doom
make
the 
cat 
appear no more than some naked hungry ANIMAL
silent and demanding and prowling

waiting for his moment down by my shower splashed feet . . .

deep inside my architecture
in a safe-room bolt-hole by the storm-drains
i
KNOW
he's Professor Cuddles/he's Catrick Swayze
and
means no more harm than a one-time jet of concentrated piss
deep in the duvet folds

and
when i scoop him up he's unprotesting
and i hold him close/smell his clean and fresh old-man-musk
then
his slow heartbeat
turns the mist outside the backdoor
from a cold devils blanket hiding goblin mutations
into
just
natures decoration
we can both explore

pic by Helethri