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Poetry By: moonphish


Submitted:Aug 28, 2012    Reads: 8    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

a marquee on a theater

my name was ten feet tall
the multitudes explored my moods
an idol, loved by all
a stratopheric rocket
with an afterburner, fat
now sucked into a vacuum
like the tenth life of a cat
a photo in a magazine
displayed my smiling face
tan and smooth and beautiful
a hair not out of place
each hand thrust out to touch me
at all homes, a welcome mat
and now i'm nonexistent
like the tenth life of a cat
a voice that warbled rhapsodies
inside a microphone
a warm vibrato tour-de-force
displaying richest tones
a bullet in the record charts
on top of things i sat
now memories and mumbles
like the tenth life of a cat
the toast of every party
i was kept all buttered up
and when i told an anecdote
what laughter would erupt
but now just echoes linger
i am quite bereft of chat
i'm residue at best here
like the tenth life of a cat


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