Almost Dead Cat
I am a man in shadows chewing light.
Wisdom teeth challenge
as incisors incise deeply, rootedly
tearing flesh singed, carbonized.
Remnants flush downward
bruised, tattered, flattened and battered
like that cat on Gilmer Road
dazed with eyes glazed
a tail still in motion
quick shallow breath then nothing
only the silence
of my beemer buzzing by.
Mark's poetry will be appearing in The Metaworker and Breadcrumbs Magazine. He writes fiction and poetry and has been published sporadically. He holds a BA in English from the University of Illinois at Champaign-Urbana and a BS and MBA. He is a lifelong resident of the Chicago area and currently lives on the north shore, most of his professional career has been focused on digital strategy and online consulting as a digital architect and transformation strategist.