Kitty interrupts his murky float with the nail gun splash of her stiletto song (idea) by etouffee

Into and out of dreams

Frequent flier radio stations with matching baggage
On the inside looking out - on the ledge, leaning
He may have wanted fluffy cloud slumber
But found himself instead
haunted by staccato thunderstorms

More urgent than soothing rhythms and the
dulcet footwork he was accustomed to hearing and
not expecting Tinkerbelle to be armed to the teeth,
locked and loaded
A guerilla chanteuse with camouflage tutu

Cold sweat- wide awake now
And at the end of his bed,
a single black shoe and an empty cartridge

The kind of woman who eats ice cream in February	You move with the eloquence of a fiery wall of disintegrating fuselage	stiletto heels	Beautiful, in that way that space and any measure of emptiness is beautiful
Angelina Jolie	stiletto	neither here nor then	The sky above the port was the color of television, tuned to a dead channel
Our lives and these empty spaces aside	Godspeed You! Black Emperor	All her stiletto syllables	Milk left on the counter overnight turned sour. She had turned as well.
A Nightmare on Elm Street	the second night in a row I've avoided taking off this tacky blue nail polish	Bing at the Lake Place	Waking Life
armed to the teeth	Staccato	Dulcet	Notes from my cat's journal
Pete: One Wet Cat