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Runcible Spoon

heart logo Privacy Notice Kathleen Strafford

      Leaving for the Airport

 

 

No windscreen wipers

 

The car ahead strikes

a cat with a glancing blow

               launching it

                      pinning 360 degrees

          and then some

its tail jutting, fur spiking

         blood spraying

  leaving a crimson circle

we watch

    the cat’s legs refusing to accept

              its helicopter death

              ready to high-tail it

                  across the highway

 

Strange how shock

will keep your head spinning

          & your motor running

                 when all is lost.

 

that’s why I’m leaving you