Vic Chesnutt

Scratch, Scratch, Scratch

Vic Chesnutt


Scratch, scratch, scratch goes the cat 
on the carpet. 
She stepped in the blue water bowl. 
Twitch, twitch, twitch 
goes my eyelid, 
my tongue in a cavity hole. 
I lost my passport one hairy night. I think they found it in the bald-bulb light.