Prismatic Small Talk by David Lawrence

I put a sheet over your friskiness to listen to the purr
Of your cat-o-nine tails.
You are as black
As the crossing of bad luck
But you are really white
Because I am not a believer in multi-cultural
Fodder.
I hate cats.
I love pussy.
No. I love the spirit with which pussy is invested,
The woman inside the glands.
The conversational
Glue.
If we talk enough about the fur that surrounds
Your rainbow,
I will take to task the color of your prismatic small talk.