https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/category-987-cat en 2005-2012 shakespearesmonekys@gmail.com 42.65593 -71.33391 Sat, 13 Jun 2026 15:35:37 GMT yacs http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss 70 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8016-a-bitter-come-uppance-from-a-snotty-muse https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8016-a-bitter-come-uppance-from-a-snotty-muse Disturb me not, perversely, I am vexed, your fault I blame for splitting wholesome seams, and like a cow whose bitter teat drips sour, I'm left to curse the pig who gives no cream.   These words defeat my nose's tender dreams, for smelling words of Lavender and Rose, delights my pen's belief it never stinks, this pile of manure on paper grows.   It must be yours that squishes between toes, for mine was always fresh as Spring's first grass, your morning sat beneath me as I wrote, each raking blade a stain upon my ass. ... more Celticlion Poetry Sat, 26 Apr 2008 14:18:36 GMT /section-566-poetry#comments 1 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/8016 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/8016 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A8016 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8171-the-novel-cat https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8171-the-novel-cat Beware of the novel cat Celticlion Poetry Sat, 26 Apr 2008 13:16:41 GMT /section-566-poetry#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/8171 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/8171 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A8171 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8315-singing-south https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8315-singing-south   We were hidden in the servants' quarters below grand rooms sold empty- echo of drunken voices; men with eyes like bullets of cocaine staggering smashed glass feet  of manic lust, the violence ending crushed, dialated stupor of my mother's smuggled stash, her bed floating in flames before the marble fireplace.  Slick whisper of dark cars sat black in night- windows watching through tinted eyes, a fearful frenzy made the house go quiet and one by one the squatters fled. Abandoned,  lease left behind, unpaid- rooms strewn with incriminating evidence, we scavenged what could be sold ... more Celticlion Loom Sat, 26 Apr 2008 12:56:11 GMT /section-579-loom#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/8315 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/8315 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A8315 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8308-trashy-crepe-myrtle https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/article-8308-trashy-crepe-myrtle   Myrtle, you done got gussied up good in that scandalous shade of magenta- or is it some whore's hue I can't recognise? Lord, have mercy! You are one slut of a tree. Arching this way 'n' that, like a cat trying to scratch an itch she's pretending she can't reach, limbs naked to the hips where you ruffle all hot pink and wink at every lecherous bumblebee who buzzes by. My, oh, my! Myrtle, can't you see them filthy minded Pine trees crouching down with sticky green needles ... more Celticlion Loom Fri, 25 Apr 2008 21:12:29 GMT /section-579-loom#comments 0 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/post.php/article/8308 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/comments/feed.php/article/8308 https://dev.shakespearesmonkeys.com/links/trackback.php?anchor=article%3A8308