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Welcome! This is "Catatonic Digressions."
Most, if not all readers don't understand my blog's title. It's an old inside joke from a forum long gone. I was going to change it, but since it's been "confusing" for so long, I decided to leave it. Don't worry about what it means, the content of the blog is what is important.

Unfortunately, my blog isn't what I set out for it to be. A disturbed and manic online stalker and cyberbully has made it impossible for me to post about family, my son, life in my part of New York...so I stopped (for the most part), and I mostly reblog and repost what I feel is important, necessary or close to my heart. As for the stalking sociopath, she can go to hell for harassing me and my family since mid-2008. You can't scare me offline with a few lame threats and dozens of pages of defamation, abuse, depravity and libel. I'm bitchy like that. ;)
(Anyone who knows me knows I'm not actually a bitch, but let's allow this psychopath to think I'm a bitch to her blackened heart's content—it seems to make her feel she has some sort of control over me…and it does not.)

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Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Verse Upon Bank Of America Holding My Checks And Angering My Cat


VERSE UPON BANK OF AMERICA
HOLDING MY CHECKS
AND ANGERING MY CAT

"These checks will be held for two weeks", they said,
"because they are very large and from New Jersey"

This much is true
But I am now home and
my cat is angry

He looks up through
his sloth with narrowed eyes
He querulously naiows his consternation

Tonight I will sleep the sleep of a good man
but my cat will not know rest
burring hair on his back, whiskers fanned
looking out on the rooftops with disdain and contempt
at spots where other cats have sat
outdoor cats
cats with no collars no names
cats that dig through dumpsters clawing towards the smell of day-old filets
skittering perhaps like a word whispered into a wind
on a moonless night in a dark alley
behind the bank that holds my checks.

Bank of America should not be in the business of angering cats.



NOTE: In July of 2005 I changed banks. My new back only holds checks for 5 days.


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The above was written by Mike. Mike is not only a really cool dude, but writes some poetry. Funny poetry I must say. He has a sense of humor that cannot be described in normal terms. I'm glad I met Mike, and I hope he continues to crack me up.


BONUS POEM!

"I HAVE, IN MY TIME, SEEN SOME CHEESES..." fragment
Affectionately dedicated to Christopher Hume

I have, in my time, seen some cheeses.
No stranger to Swiss or Gruyere
I may, as I wander
wherever I pleases,
pause often to ponder
the prized food of meeses
and of some poets, here and there.

MEUNSTER AND BRIE
IT'S ALL THE SAME TO ME
(belloweth the mislactothrope)
I HAVE, IN MY TIME
HAD BETTER WITH WINE
THAN WAS FORMED IN THE BOWELS OF A GOAT

What discord! What spite has been uttered,
to curdle my smooth creamy dream?
Who cares not for dairy
or greets with a shudder
relation to cheesecake and to butter
to milk and to thick dreamy cream?

...

(Unfinished work-in-progress)


NOTE: When performing this aloud, capitalized parts should be read through a megaphone.



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