Cat’s mirage. 

Are you a catolouge of rouge errors 

or a empty single cream 

not the shared collectives responsibilities 

and all the cat’s Scream brûlée 

at your attempts to claw your way to be 

acquainted With the loved you neglected

To see whilst cloning Yourself in the desert mirage 

a palm is water that is not the only spread 

Made with the tables of olive branches 

with oil on water the longest walks often 

Require visualising  

Could you see the conformist hiding 

in vases

can lions cover their Tracks in daffodils.