Space Succulent + Jazz Cats

Prompt: succulent / nebulous / griffin

Tiny succulent reaching to the sun
what gates will you
open, show me the stars
Grow, grow & smash the glass
grow during the night
without eyes to size you up
fill the window with the width
of your stalk & let the low leaves die off
like a mighty red wood, clear a path beneath you
Never clinging, standing on your own, get huge
Let them chop at you, try to bring you back to earth
as you go up up up above the roofs,
higher then we can climb
Do not break them, they will part for you
& shield you from our view.
Touch the stars tiny succulent, be
a bridge to the cosmos and remember
who planted you, when I ascend send to me
a griffin at the cloud line to carry me
up into space, I will follow you
through the plump swole leaves you’ve grown
towards the sun, where you will always point
& together we will explore incineration.

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Old jazz musicians sit behind me. Speaking a language that doesn’t quite connect. Everyone is a cat and they talk of self destruction. The Japanese cat who played bass that slapped and sharpened knives drunk. He died, from the alcohol not the knives but he could really play. Portland has changed for them but their line up still runs the same laugh ins. Mike the cat who knows open gigs is still around. The self harm of the world around them is becoming too much. People openly take drugs on the street, a cat smashed the headlights and the windows of one of their Volvos over the weekend. The improv of life has descended into chaos and now the cats need order.