his kittens are turning    seven

seven

   is that right

                              seven

nineteen

now twentysix

Elementary my dear, Watson.

    he liked the respectaffection between the two men

he rarely enjoyed that

 

    his affections spread wide like their legs   tended to be with women

he enjoyed their company

                                 pursued it

men

    why would hethey had nothing to offer

obviously that was dependent upon what one seeks

    Intelligence

Yes

    Sex

Yes

he had no room on his palette for men

    thick oils exuded from between womens thighs

if he asked what colour

    they could say

 

there was nothing to ask men

                                      their shots dullwhite comets

palepastywhite

  theyd nod

                  agree

women oozed tasty colours

 

hes tasted his rockets

smelled like Comet cleanser

oysteresque

              mildly salty      maybe

he hasnt asked women who have taken him in their mouths

nor have they asked him after hes taken them in his 

    if they did

likely hed blow their minds

 

his kittens will be seven in a week

1444,  Sunday,  15  3. 26

1913,  Sunday