The Black Cat: A Diptych
A collaboration with Dr Gibberyshrooms using the Half and Half method and the same seed text, “The Black Cat,” by Edgar Allan Poe
humanity disturbed me,
tormented gentlemen concealing brute gallows,
blindly childish and contemptuously wretched,
perverseness plunged into bosom of Agony of Death!
my spirit permitted myself
to be alone in bed,
abandoned by intoxicated merchandize,
plastering found mercy,
a disease of circumstances infancy,
upon the ruins arising from Pluto’s
supreme folly, I quivered
innocence as suspicions decayed voice,
a future embarrassment restrained by
The hangman spectators,
howl triumph in hideous outbursts,
deprived of remorse,
hatred haunts mans conscience,
imperfect animal scarcely marvelous,
stupefied in violently loathing the presence of god,
sobbing at length,
for inhuman damnation,
such as a corpse.
I am seduced,
by the swooning arms
of the solitary
Pluto was a Telescope
Pluto was a telescope of tears
adrift on a nautilus, a star contributing to the
the pressure of torments such as these:
straight razors we sometimes like to eat,
the feeble remnant of the good within me,
shaken beliefs and cornerstones,
and loathsome caresses.
Nor is a ham sandwich a kind of action
perhaps unvanished by slow degrees.
I indeed wretched beyond the wretchedness of
castaways and bank robbers and bok choy
and the slamdunk of oratory
have long and sharp claws in my dress.
It is impossible to describe, or to imagine
Sikhs with scissors, sorters-out of the
primary faculties, or
shrouds intent on factory violence.
Delicately, it followed my footsteps,
an indefinite splotch of white
for a husband. And on the farthest shore
I looked around triumphantly: the flatness
of active neurons firing imperially in my brain,
and the cat I had destroyed
concealing my body.
art by holly pilot