I’ve decided to finish my “poetical 1-week-story” called “GREEN CAT”. If you haven’t read it – click here and check. If you “can’t get” it (tooooo MODERNISTA for your taste) – read my short explanation in this post: JUST DO IT. I’d advice you to start to read from the end 🙂
If you are familiar with a Green Cat, don’t bother and jump down to read Days 5-7.
Green cat. Day 5/Friday
I am a good husband. Calm, but witty.
And hungry. Thanks for a reminding.
The tools to climb to ‘ironheart’ of yours,
my princess, right on the way…
Week-end. What a beautiful word!
Press it in gold. And send to my granny.
She never loved cats. Or women.
Only mosquitoes. Smart lady.
Whiskey and cinnamon. Hands in the pockets.
Add a green biscuit. For my cat.
I named him Trump. And yeah, that’s exactly
what they are eating. Hallelujah!
Bar. Bushes. Snoring.
Already sunrise? Please, don’t forget,
I love green. I am greener than Tesla.
With the heart of the gold. Quite expensive.
Dreaming. Stomach-ache. Quiz-night.
Green cat. Day 6/Saturday
Eyes. Painfully shy. Help me to open.
Cat is fighting on stairs. With my photo.
Knife is talking to me, and smiling.
Salvador just woke up…
What’s his surname? Ahhh, Da–li.
Omelette with mushrooms are ready.
Media. Loud, annoying as always.
People kissing each other. In a slow motion.
Ewwww! Get a room, I’m feeling erected.
Meditate. The solution for angry.
In and…In. Hold it! Tantric soul rushing out.
Cat is waiting. Wow, licking my finger.
Teeth! The manneur was detected.
I S W E A R.
This is Sparta!!!
And I am 300!
Volts. Or ampere. Or any explosive
I can find. Ok, lets start from the bathroom.
How will we catch him? THAT’S STILL THE QUESTION.
Green Cat. Day 7/Sunday
Green nail polish.
Green coffin. Vodka. Me. Depression.
“Of course I’m sad. Why do you whisper?”
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