Adorn Your Enemies, Scorn Your Friends
by Max Savery
There, the crowd
and man stared back
no one he knew
anyone he could endure; that neither
here
nor there
next, took his pants to the fire walked
on his hands
collapsed
in the obligatory heap
applause deafening
alternatively
deafened by the fall no applause
at all
At the bar that night,
the child approached
really brave of you
child said
replied, kid, what are you doing in a bar, get out of here
get lost
eyes watering, she ran away before he could
say sorry
for the gruff tone
bought another drinkthenanother
business as usual
staggered home
Cat waited by the door
when he stumbled in
smiled, because he knew the cat didn’t mind
him
no matter the tears spilt
in other dimensions, lifetimes, etcetera
like when he was the crow in New York for a while
the delivery truck hit him that
put an end to that
truck is not your friend
friends don’t do that to one another
he couldn’t forget that
Cat turned
anus elevated
strode down the hall
following what did he expect:
cat
drinking from the toilet
man knelt too
lapped along too
nearly brushing cat’s whiskers
with his own prickly cheek
About the Author
Max Savery currently lives in Takoma Park, Maryland, where he spends his free time painting, writing poetry and short stories, and, recently applying for graduate school in statistics.