Colorless Green Ideas

It's 5 am my cat waits outside patiently hidden in a bush by the breadcrumbs I scattered on the ground Soon breakfast will be served

Do not fire until you can see the whites of their eyes

He waits for her as she gets into bed the sharp look in her eyes fills his head with visions of pain to come He cuddles up pulling the sheet to his neck eagerness in his eyes and a pink milk of magnesia mustache She is so sweet that is her secret it makes him happy to be near her and also to serve as they entwine and the inevitable stainless steel clamping bite and rope tied tight she lets her mind drift to a time when she could count

We walked arm and arm but we couldn't speak The dark enfolding us on our path Our love shining bright nameless worldless At night the ice weasels come It was then I spoke to you and over the times we shared our words exchanged you and I And I realized I had become a film screened in the seventies with flaws missing frames And I suppose some could be proud that they could name all the actors But I didn't remember anyone and just enjoyed the story And you