Dr Seuss & Dr Schrodinger

they started a veterinary practice

--mostly cats

delusions of grandeur primarily

some spay & neutering mixed in

at the end of the month

cuz no one

can live day to day on absurdity

& the ridiculousness of words

i know-- i've tried

at first people find me interesting & amusing

but it's a paradox

& positive reinforcement

runs contrary to serious

questions of my own existence

there are an aria of unattainable questions

is a gossamer thread of cat intestine

holding galaxies together?

does light flake from the sun & drip

down the back side of shadows

like silk on cat shoulders?

can extra cat lives

circumvent alleratations philosophy & ghosts?

& the inevitable question...

what the hell is anyone talking about?

the receptionist seems unfazed

when i tell her i don't have a pet

-- i just came in for a striped giant hat

& flea bath

harps mclean is a husband, father, poet and painter. His relationship with language is complicated. They mostly tolerate each other with foregoing jealousy, distrust and a one sided codependency. He has had poems appear in The Stickman Review, Cape Rock, The Sugar House Review, Capsule Stories and The Fox Paw Literary Blog.