Author Archives: Miss Kitten

Apple

I lay there, ripe.
Swollen in the wet grass.
Waiting.
My brightness catches your eye.
You pick me up,
Inspect me for flaws.
Rub me on your sleeve.
And then,
When I’m ready,
You bite hard,
Into my delicate skin,
Concealing the soft,
Yielding flesh inside me.
My sweet juices,
Fill your mouth.
Drip down your chin,
You lap at them,
With your tongue.
Soon, I am devoured to my core.
You fling the rest of me,
Into the woods.
Your task is complete.
And mine.
For I am here,
To sacrifice my flesh.
And return my seeds,
To the earth.

Lobotomy

One usually associates them with,
One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest.
McMurphy’s eggs are scrambled,
And he becomes a vegetable omelette.
His body and his brain are then,
Reunited in death.

Real life is far less romantic.
My grandmother once told me the story,
Of her own mother’s lobotomy.
There were no triumphant escapes,
No mercy killings.
Only tragedy.

Her mother had a brain tumor.
In the 1950s, the usual treatment,
For a brain tumor was surgery.
To cut away the tumor,
Along with part of the brain:
A lobotomy.

Unlike McMurphy, she did not,
End up in a vegetative state.
She was not brain dead.
Instead, she was not she.
My grandmother’s mother,
Had become a different person.

She still recognized everyone.
Still knew who she was.
But her personality was altered.
Her affection now indifference.
My grandmother lost her mother,
Before her mother died.

Spontaneous Human Combustion

.    .    .

– I don’t have my keys.

– You don’t have your keys?

– Nope. I must have left them inside by mistake.

– You should always have your keys.

– Yeah, well, I don’t.

– What if I got into an accident or disappeared? What if I spontaneously combusted?

– If that happened, I probably wouldn’t be worrying about my keys.

.    .    .

Replacement Heart

For your own heart,
Was fragile.
Too fragile from the start.
You needed a replacement,
So you got a brand new heart.
One just like you,
Both young and strong,
Full of music, joy, and art.
But then this strong,
Replacement part.
It became weak,
And fell apart.
And now there’s no,
Replacement,
For your replacement heart.

Dedicated to my friend and former colleague Jonas Sjödin, who passed away last night from a cardiac arrest. He was 33 years old.

Bundled Up Post

No one thought about
Me very much.
They passed me by
Without a touch.
And if they looked
They saw the sign
That I hold up.
That job is mine.
It tells you stuff
You need to know.
This path isn’t gritted
When there’s snow.
But I’m just a post.
It is my station.
I don’t have the
Important information.
But one day someone
Saw my sign above.
And decided that
What I need is love.
So they knitted
A special scarf for me.
Which fits all
Around me quite snugly.
And now it’s me
They notice most.
Not the dirty sign
But the bundled up post.

Rouse the Rabble

Regardless of belief or cause,
Be it Anti-War or Unjust Laws,
Free Enterprise or Communist,
Today’s the day to raise a fist!
And help improve our situation,
With some old school demonstration.
It likely will not help or harm,
If nothing else, just raise alarm.
So rouse the rabble! Make ’em care,
About what’s happening out there.

Another random trip, man.

It seems like only yesterday I was posting about the one year anniversary of Random Misanthrope, which had come and gone without any of us realizing it. And now the two-year mark just past and the exact same thing happened.

Wow, has it really been two whole years? Things have quietened down significantly over the previous year and most members of RM no longer contribute, though Blitzken and I still delight or annoy our readers with the occasional poem. In fact, Blitzy posted a short but poignant piece on the 11th of April, which is Random Misanthrope’s birthday:

A thimble-full or Therapy or What I’ve Learned in 50 Years

We posted a total of 187 posts since the previous anniversary. We’re averaging approximately 15 posts per month, although for some months our output was a low as seven posts. The most productive month was November 2012, in which a total of 27 posts were posted.

So, we’re not as busy as we used to be, but we’re still making noise. 🙂