Caterwaul Ensemble

The warm belly,

The blue collar,

The uncounted, unmistakable scents of domestication,

The incessant jingle,

Unmasking every near invisible,

Prowling step     -

-.

All is an accompaniment,

To the Caterwaul Ensemble - soon to begin - 

                                                - ready to Pounce -

Ferally, impatiently ponderous (in estrus?)

Gambling nothing and all,

for an indefinite, improbable, impalpable imperfection:

Just the right scars,

                Entwined and locked, fitted like keys with

Just the right flaws.

Demolition

Those calloused hands trembled;

Hands that labored to heal wounds long harbored,
Weeding out scar-induced emotions
for an eventually happily ever after-

Those tired arms quivered;
Arms that toiled over the sands of the soul,
Solidifying the foundation
for an eventually happily ever after-

That knotted back shuddered
Back that shouldered hope pebbles and dream boulders,
Arranging the imagination
for an eventually happily ever after.

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This hearth survived calamities,
endured floods of tragedies
(And the fallout of the failed ultimatum strategy)

Though the castle was built with bricks of pure honesty, 
Masks cannot forever contain cumulative malcontent.

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The stoned faced demolition team
Remained silently statuesque ---
all could crumble without a whimper or scream.

In the name of the improbable eventually,
We lament the demolition of the picturesque.