Going on Transitive

i have a cat stacked runway hidden in my room
at the end of the hallway
beneath the bloody chamber
in chalk & in lace
crashing through the casement

jam the crepuscular gloaming
banging the piano mimosas
spread butterfly wings like smiles
on the window
beneath the bloody chamber

slam the murmur of cats losing sleep
scribbled notes i have in my pockets
in chalk & in lace
secret notebook languages
crashing through the casement