Poem 119: Mummy

now more than ever seems it rich

to be an everlasting mummy

in a gorgeous manner

to rule over my cats

in the dark

bathed in the deep, blind un-gleaming gold
that sleeps with me

to ride my boat of sleep

in the moonlit nightmares

of alcoholic bitches everywhere

and to keep my guts in separate jars

but it is not yet time