He Already Took The Cat

we live our lives in sudden ashtrays... always running over, needing to be emptied. the old man on the corner who drove that ancient Chevy, died somewhere between sleep, and the back door. it rained for days, and his cat hid neath the house... then it too was gone. they write pretty things in newpapers, that end up resembling no one. life goes on, the neighbor across the street was evicted. he left boxes of god knows what, stacked on the porch. the woman down the street got her lights cut off... she sits in the darkness with her dog. while the man on the tv says it's getting better... wonder how much they paid him for that lie? and i sit quietly in my chair, peeling potatoes and reading, waiting on a bolt of lightning, or a knock on the door. wondering if god's coming back for that old Chevy... seems he already took the cat!