uncleaned fur

who you are
you are
the cat’s ass
you are

uncleaned fur
walking
with your chest
hanging out


they say
you are crass
you say
what they say

uncleaned fur
dressed scantily
on the street corner
with your chest
hanging out


you feel
civilized
he peels
banana’s
she replies


uncleaned fur
swinging from branch to branch
with his chest
hanging out

she said
he said
after we got
outta bed
making crooked love

uncleaned fur
forgot
to zip up
left himself
hanging out


I smell
you tired
walking down the street
eyes half open
a car rocks you – expired

uncleaned fur
bleeding onto the road
with your chest
hanging out