Time spent practiced; marching
Standing, waiting ~ nervous looks
Anxious. Where the Star? Not Me?

Rustle in the Bush…
Was it Wind? or a Predator??
Wished upon dissolution of boredom
the sharp flashing of teeth tearing my flesh
the Art of my Blood, the uncalled for extremes
of Pain & Surrender and reward of Bliss

The Tiger as Revealer, as Releaser
Release from Boredom, From the Long Marches
across Fruitless Plains, the giving in to Panic
that has Possessed you Always; the nervous rustle
Was it a Breeze?
Are those Eyes? gleaming in that bush?
Looking at Me? Will i be led to that
Place Beyond Fear?

Boastful Machination ~ Proud hunger for Meat
Predator graceful, polished teeth, long strides
Personal Space Bristle
Twitch Synapse Meat Enervation

I was a Tiger
Sullen, moody, gregarious
Sharp, Fast, Relentless

More just harm to myself and others
Need a Power socket to plug in to
A church to spin, an incense bowl, chained
Swing the Chain Tiger!
Swing it and smell incense wafting

Burn and spin, the smoke push outward
Tiger makes a breeze while spinning
Dizzy, sure that finally “something” is Happening
“oh yes this is it!!”

“Yes I am spinning & dancing & the incense
Fills the Cathedral and now everyone will know ~
yes they will realize ~ how dynamic and spiritual and beautiful Tiger is!
Yes they Fear me because of Tiger paws, Tiger stripes
but now they will have to recognize

“Well this Tiger is pretty cool, yes?”

“He seemed quite Banal, but we misjudged him.”

“Look at him spin the in the Cathedral!”

why they will declare ~ its almost a dance

“Darling…did you see that Tiger in Chuch today?”

And Tiger will be respectable, Feted even
Tiger will be both primal strong And cultured And spiritually profound
I will redefine Tigers ~ Forever

As the tiger slept
his eye twitched
his tale twitched
and a Fly, Fed on the Raw Meat
dripped from Silvered white teeth
slowly Gnashing
Lonely