(08-07-2011, 03:17 PM)Todd Wrote: Revisionit feels to be a bigger picture than the original but i still can't get a handle on it. i still see films in the poem but now i also get an impression that the cat is a metaphor for something. i'm just struggling to see what the writer sees, apart from conspiracy theories (if that's what they were?) sorry for my inane response but it's all i had.
Whenever my Siamese cat tells me
you're cheating again,
this headache becomes icicles
shattering on stone.
It purrs then, not to sooth but to cover
the buzz of implanted transmitters.
Your secrets have often padded down
this same moonlit path.
It has spoken of more
then your infidelities. I have heard
of book depositories, and movie studios
with flags waving on windless,
pock-marked rock.
They can never report on me.
I chew tinfoil to create interference,
the electrochemical reaction combines
with the mercury in my fillings,
so that I become like cigarette smoke
drifting insubstantial beneath the window
of the roadside motel you visit
every Thursday.
You might see my reflected smile
as you apply lipstick,
or you might miss the obvious.
i have an idea that the title of the pice plays an important role, i did google it but found nothing that could lead me to some kind of closure.
thanks for the read, edit.