Not Two-Feet Away by Philip Jay Marlin

Philip Jay Marlin, born October 16, 1963, to Kenneth and Rebecca, in Queens, NYC. Today he writes and paints pictures in Charlottesville, VA. More poetry from The Feedsack is here.

Not Two-Feet Away

Time to change the razor
Time to echo
Where echoing still counts
Time to grasp the handle
Pull-my-legs-in
The young were waking-up
Like the girl singing
Who finally opens
To the wind
To the casual mimicry
The princess and the fieldstone
The forsaken tropes
Residents and mild benefactors
Fortune seems the score
I push the cat away
He circles round
Under and outside
Of the desk
Sits not two-feet away
His eyes find my eyes
With that look of hold me
With an unreasonable
Demand, with an
Unresponsive pulverization
Then the from the
Cattle-calls, usurpers in situations
Carolina bells
The crop
By God
Grows again
And so we shall eat
And so, the pterodactyl
Moving low across the mountainside
I cast the personnel
I opened and reopened
This unintended
And the cat moves
A foot closer, and
I lightly scratch his head