Exquisite Corpse - A Journal of Letters and Life

Exquisite Corpse - A Journal of Letters and Life

Two Poems
by Joke Kaviaar

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Occupied

She lustfully takes a hold of me
No, she's not a lady
No, she isn't sweet
Not all charm and gentleness
A woman with a need

She can take all she likes
Me
For one time
Maybe a long time
She says
You
Delicious
She leers at me
Her fiddling fingers so fast
Free of any morals

The loo's too small for our savage game
Squeezed inside we have a ball
and pull the paper from the wall
Garlands for our private feast
No, this lady is not a lady

This dear lady is a beast

Kitty Walk

Rambling like a cat
for hours I explore the docks by the ditches
Between wasted beer and splinters of glass
tameless
tripping under the bridges of the
roaring lion's bastion

Hushed my supple step,
prowling through the shade of a garbage can,
peering in the neon light,
I sniff, my nose on the pavement

Those fragrances! Putting up my back I sing
facing the foot of a lamppost
and my tail begins to quiver

Hey

Do I hear the reflection of my screech
or is it the wailing complaint
of another kitty in heat whose lonesome voice
speaks longingly against the wind?

I sharpen my ears, call after her
I put on my little rubber glove and
follow her trace through an open basement window

We rendezvous on a ragged matress
Purring pleasing our drifting feline life

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