Oh Meow....

Dear Ms Nixie,

I am stricken with everything. I am stricken with the impotence of the modern individual as though nothing has changed since 1885. I am stricken with frustrations, isolations, thwarted desires, visceral feelings of weariness, embarrassment, regret, longing, emasculation, sexual frustration, a sense of decay and the dramatic interior of my ever burgeoning imagination set against the falsehood of a constructed farce that bears witness to nobody’s heart.

I owe my success as it was, to Ezra. She submitted my first poem because no poet ever seems to feel fitting of such a title really, for all of it is merely just the outpouring of a a great stream of consciousness. In the rooms now, the women come and go talking of Michaelangelo, must we see only the drowning of hope?

Yours truly,

Mr T. S. Elliot. Time Tourist…

Dear Mr Elliot,

How lovely of you to stop in dear. I’ve just finished one of my coseys. This should warm your cockles. 

I do hope it helps darling. Look deep into her eyes and remember there is often room for a new beginning, even if that be simply from one moment to the next. Perhaps you would like to start a collection and give them all names, an ineffable, effable effaneffable deep and inscrutable singular name?? I call this one Pompompadorable. Isn’t she a darling. Come on boy, harness your Bravo cat, your growl tiger… the ladies and the gentlemen are enraptured by your manly baritone. Don’t be so Rum Tum Tiger please. Don’t be so you’re offered a house you would rather have a flat, if you’re put in a flat you would rather have a house. Must your disobliging ways be a matter of habit. Love what you have and set about loving more. Remember you are Jellical and angelical albeit very naughty at times. It was you who said it… not me. Remember this… Jellicle cats are quite enough in the morning hours and they’re quite enough in the afternoon with all that dancing by the light of the moon. Laugh a little, love is not lost, smiles are as though Mungojerrie and Rumpelteazer, those knockabout clowns are ready in the wings. Please don’t box them out of existence, though gloom has it’s gloves on just remember theres always a chance to see this….

Don’t be thinking too much of Old Deuteronomy when he feel disposed and engaged in domestic economy but rather the great Mr Mistoffelees (the vegetarian version for times have changed sir) oh you really are such a clever meow. O cat, let me leave you with one more sign of hope. Please never do give up, we need you.

Yours Truly,

Ms Nixie Nicla.