Zebra

We wear a zebra suit.

Taunt cats at the zoo.

You are the head.  Tell the joke

about black and white and red. 

(Embarrassed)  I shake our tail.

Rattle the cage with our hind legs.

They pace.  Look at us.

A sandwich.  Chain gang of two. 

Bow their heads.  (Say grace)

by his stripes we are healed.

Warning sign.  Loose letters.

Beyond this:  the point of no return.

(Without our glasses) squinting

gets us nowhere.  And everywhere.

We wear a zebra suit.
Share some striped pajamas.

tk/August 2014 

Charming read by R.A.D. Stainforth...ever so slight smile at the end...

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The Cat's Pyjamas

Body swerve corners,

curve neck to kneecap,

roll the reds.

Your eyes button perfectly

in their buttonholes.

The way you bat at the gear shift,

leave certain things unsaid,

dislodges everything.

Purring at the light

has something to do with it.

You know they gave you a license

because of your short skirt

and outrageous hair.

Somehow you always land

on your feet.

tk/September 2013

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