All Day Long to Sit in a Window

The moment to do something has come!

I am finished with all my work so I head

Up to the roof as usual thinking christ I

Fear being a mere you know merely

Being here watching the rain and thinking

That happiness has got to be more than

The avoidance of misery I am thinking how

I could be an honest-to-god Parisian cat

Lying on your lap ignoring your entirely blue

Gaze I could be a thought bubble moving 
Slowly above your sleeping self and I’d be

Swearing a lot O I could be fierce and

Unflinching like a French newspaper

Whose impulsive ink runs when it rains