THE SCARLATTI SCREETCH

Written as a thought on Richard Brautigan's short story:-

'It's very hard to live in a studio apartment in San Jose with a man who's learning to play the violin.' That's what she told the police when she handed them the empty revolver.


The Scarlatti Screetch

Screeching, scratching, caterwauling.

All night through, till dawning.

Donor cat still protestin'

Pretending violin.

Dry bow sawing captive gut

Desperate to rebut

Feral untouchability.

In vain. All San Jose city

Made aware the massacre

Of a mogi without pedigree

By man beyond aspiration.

Must want extermination.

I fired. Missed and hit cat.

Meow. The end of that!