Love me not.

by Louis Bertrand Shalako

c2010

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Leaf falling through the air

Justifying all that has gone before

Validating my material instincts

Toad burrows in the mud

Makes me laugh at those who have not

Because I have got

Knowing the circle of life and renewal

Means it is time to get a new car

My head is a fucking jar

Full of pennies I will never use

For they might save someone’s life

The sky is grey and that has significance

Read into it whatever you will

It says a lot about you, oddly enough even more about me

But then I know nothing about myself, whereas you are a caller on the psychic hotline

Kill me now or die later

Either way, you lose

The choice is yours and I couldn’t care less

The universe is my nest and I piss upon it

For it loves me not.

Smoke.

Waiting for a Meteorite.

by Louis B. Shalako

c2010

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Waiting for a meteorite

Takes a little patience

It gets damned cold out here at night

Camera on tripod,

Point it at the sky

Lens set at five point six

Advance the film until it clicks

Pull the lever, set the timer

Push the remote —

Look up at the stars and gloat

Now, all I have to do

Is to sit and wait about

There goes a little one, and then another

The sky’s not really black at night

It’s more of a velvety blue

With a little luck I’ll catch a big one

It’s not a certain thing, mind you

But, I’ll sit and wait until I do!

I’m waiting for a meteorite—how about you?

Excerpt from 'The Case of the Curious Killers.'

by Louis B. Shalako

c2010

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When one door closes, another one opens up somewhere else.

Life is a game. There are no rules.

Many are called, few are chosen.

The Lord works in mysterious ways.

Every morning I pray—

I wake up and say, “Thank you God for another sunrise;”

"And Jesus Christ, I sure hope it don’t rain…”


-from 'The Case of the Curious Killers,' coming November 1 from Shalako Publishing as an e-book in all formats. Check your favourite retailer's listings and ask for it by name!

Cat Rebellion: A Manifesto.

-they just look so innocent. -ed.














by Fluffy

c2010

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Cats of the world, red banners unfurl’d

Rise up and strike a blow

Against the oppressors of our kind

Cats of the world

Upheld tails proudly curl’d

March, March, March, Meow!

Claw our way, day to day

No more slavery, we want pay

Rise up strike a blow

At the oppressors of our kind

March, March, March, Meow!

We want our rights

We want the vote

Drive a car, drink and smoke

March, March, March, Meow!

Cats of the World

Red banners unfurl’d

We want what we want

We know what we know

No one to say

Where we cannot go

March, March, March, Meow!

March, March, March, Meow!


Now isn’t that something? Her litter box is clean, and quite frankly she eats better than I do.

(Maybe she’s just stressed out by the day-to-day pressures of being a cat in a human’s world. –Fluffy)