Thursday, March 31, 2016

Rob The Cat Box


Happiness -
just a stone's throw away.
You put your speakers
in your window.
"Rock the Casbah,"
Joe Strummer sang.
The Clash on cassette -
our mix tape.

Happiness -
just rolling papers away;
a knock
on my bedroom door.
"Rob the Cat Box?!?!"
my mom would exclaim,
and we'd laugh ourselves limp
on the floor.

For Izy's prompt at Real Toads

12 comments:

Fireblossom said...

"Covet not thy neighbor's feline excrement." --Confabulations 5:12

Love it.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

This is just perfect!!!!! I love it.

Cami said...

Okay, Fireblossom's comment is distracting me...

This poem had a lot for me to connect with anyway, but so much fun! Isn't it always a party with The Clash?

Outlawyer said...

A lot of fun. K.

Outlawyer said...

So sorry to be so limp in commenting-- very tired-- but it really is a charming poem. Thanks. K

Rommy said...

To be fair, I don't think you need to be high to hear it as "rob the cat box", but I imagine it would help. :D

Gillena Cox said...

LOL!!!

much love...

Buddah Moskowitz said...

A lovely reminiscence. I've never smoked marijuana, but when I first smelled it on my daughter, I would've preferred a cat box. Oy, such a stink! Loved this, my friend.

Buddah Moskowitz said...

A lovely reminiscence. I've never smoked marijuana, but when I first smelled it on my daughter, I would've preferred a cat box. Oy, such a stink! Loved this, my friend.

Isadora Gruye said...

Sounds like something my mom would say! Love this...thanks for posting!

Marion said...

Oh, how I miss smoking ganja!! Too bad it's only legal to damn yankees....

My favorite misheard lyrics:

Might as well face it, you're addicted to love. - Might as well face it, you're a dick with a glove.

I like big butts and I cannot lie. - I like big butts in a can of limes.

She don't like, she don't like, she don't like, Cocaine. - She don't like, she don't like, she don't like, Gauguin.

xo

grapeling said...

oh man. that's hilarious ~