I’ve learned how to say A horse running through water.
Still working on the forest is burning! the forest is burning!
In the first days, before humans and kangaroos, the whole world was water.
Now anyone can walk, hands in pockets, counting the sky’s many burns.
The morning had to go somewhere. So we let it. The way
humans herd a whipping fire to keep the whole forest from burning.
Longest day of the year and still too short by half, I would say.
Candles: that’s how we must go: snuffed out, slightly burning.
That Plexiglas on the bridge? People used to jump from there,
their screams like sounds of an alternate realm where everything was burning.
Horses like oilrigs along the plain.
The sun behind them, burning.
Planes crash with depressing infrequency.
Repetition of falling feathers, dun
Dutch feet, makes us forget there was only
One Icarus. He lived fast and died young.
I wonder if he inspired a spree
Of Greek jumpers, the way Werther blew out
The brains of European kids, if he,
Pre-sex, androgynous, was the last shout
On Sappho’s tongue as she broke up into
A thousand shards that we’d puzzle over,
Mazes where the tiptoeing Minotaur
Never strikes, just waits, out of sight, hovers,
Drags it out, you stumbling around with torch
Fizzling like the sun foundering in the sea.
The news of the latest Pain Event arrived via Carrier Pigeon, Komfort Kats’ sophisticated electronic messaging system. Carrier Pigeon could also be used to place delivery orders but doing so during Business Hours was frowned upon. Komfort Kats had Strict Policies that governed these practices.
The Pain Event was in New Jersey. Something about the loss of several houseboats to Raging Blazers, the absolute worst phylum of fire. Grease-related, no doubt. People were always leaving lard in pans, Komfort Kats learned over time.
Taxpayers were displaced, forced to live with Close Friends or Formerly-Estranged Loved Ones. Their spirits were heavy, tethered to sorrow by circumstance. Traditional remedies like Legal Tender Infusions or Playful Clowning cut neither the mustard nor the horseradish.
Only the services of Komfort Kats would do.
Komfort Kats’ preferred method of travel was helicopter. Man, did they love the all the Blade Whirring! They listened to it on Noise-Cancelling Headphones, tiny ones, during their flights. White Noise helped them focus, but not while they read White Noise. Komfort Kats started a Book Club and a Team Member picked DeLillo. All that racket piped through their pointy ears and into their peabrains via their PortaJukes™ did not increase concentration, not one bit. Management was notified accordingly.
Senior Komfort Kats got window seats. Sometimes they mewed when they could see the Natural Disasters or Rampage Zones to which they were being dispatched. With oval eyes they saw The Depths of Despair, felt The Hurt cut through their silky coats like a Stiff Breeze. They often held paws to get through it all because they did not have hang-ups about Same-Sex Affection. Komfort Kats always found that particular issue among humans obnoxious.
Entry-Level Komfort Kats were crated. There were plenty of holes in the wood to allow for Adequate Breathing. The recent passing of Prop 483 made sure of that.
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