Living our queer, twisted truth. Stories, art, love, and cantankerous cats.
From the highest shelf they preach, from beneath the fridge they conspire. This week’s Catanic Verses deliver feline gospel, strategic silence, and the sacred mystery of Stage 4. Coveting? Sinful. Tuna? Questionable. Trust? Misplaced.
Pawlm and Purrerb included. Fellowship convened. Purring optional. Treats mandatory.
#CatanicVerses #BookOfMeow #SundaySermon
PAWMEN 🍗
Things are never impossible to those
Who have almost given up
Shall I compare thee to a tuna buffet?
Thou art more tasty and more intemperate
Rough winds do shake the curtain pole of day,..
Find someone else –
To man off to.
You’re laughing but this isn’t cute
We’re laughing for another purpose.
It isn’t cute.
The valleys of my youth are burning.
The moss is gone.
The ghosts are quieter now—
buried beneath drive-thru queues and Dragon’s breath.
We inherited ash.
#poetry #Welsh #queerwriters #Underland
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