chuck the haunted and chuck the stupid cat

chuck the haunted and chuck the stupid cat
by softserve
Chuck used to lie in the basement all night
and lick the thunder clean.  His cat was also named Chuck.
I couldn’t lumber to the bathroom from the couch without
Chuck’s cat Chuck rubbing the hell out of my leg.
Looking back, I think Chuck was an addict.  Always in a
bitchy mood, he’d appear in the hallway wearing blank
ghostly eyes and a smile.  So many things in life seem
normal, until you reflect on them later, and you
see they were deathly and perverted.  And the future, too,
is a sinister clown waving you past.  Rendered a wet whisper, and scattered
over the dusty carpet, Chuck the cat would nuzzle the thunder until dawn.