Startled Into Steam Of Life Like Fire

in grievous deity my cat
walks around

he walks around and around
with electric tail and
push-button
eyes

he is alive and
plush and
final as a plum
tree

neither of us understands
cathedrals or
the man outside
watering his
lawn

if I were all the man
that he is cat,–
if there were men like this
the world could
begin

he leaps up on the couch
and walks through
porticoes of my
admiration

Author
Charles Bukowski
Written
1965
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