(Sketch Poem): In Bardo with Beckett Eating Celery Sticks

https://insitze.com/blog-posts/ cruunNNCHH beckons the thicket ofGreen stalk fibers.Perhaps a setting, to start: A prairy, replete with grasshoppers and bumblebeesSteepled in the weeds.Or, rather:An orange grove near hushed meadowsAmidst a lush indigo breeze.It was inevitably Beckett’s checkup with the clockmaster.Beckett: “Ahhhh, the time is up!”An alarm clock shudders.4:09 A.M. ETA rising dawnRoused by the bell to whom it was told.Clockmaster: “Ah—yet this much is riddle speak!”A peculiar stodge of twisted whiskers and fibrous bristles twitch aloft his labium. ________________________________________________________Lately, the tom cat Chin LeeHad been learning karate kicking around at the dojo, A hop, skip, and a rat’s ass beneath the tallest buildingIn Manhattan, where you could hear an imperial nickelLand tight on its tailsFrom thousands of feet tall,Loud as the drop of a pin of a hatOn its race to the lowest common gutter.That cat had caught a cold and was tallying up Hairballs…