The Bust of the Lord

The following information has been derived from my own imagination.

I expect you the reader to be critical and provide input to me, an individual seeking a hobby in writing fiction.
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The boy-man with the fine hair decides to write a haiku poem. During his most successful year in school, the third grade, he became a master of the art.

The initial draft of the poem is as follows:

The Bust of the Lord
Sets Alone with Felix the Cat
The Kitty has Aids


His aunty is named Louise and she controls all of the money.

A realization sweeps over him: "he has not been outside of the double-wide for three days". Not a soul has called his phone or knocked on his yellow door.

He also concludes that the kitchen no longer holds the key to his current existence:

• Instant mashed potatoes

His feet move but there is only low-level consciousness:

• No internal thoughts
• Low heart rate
• Eyelids partially open
• Pupils unaffected by the glory of the sun

Slowly he meanders to Louise's home.

He arrives at the blue trailer and he notices that the Chrysler is not in the driveway. The front yard and stoop is home to fifteen cats. The cats vary in size, color, and facial features; five are old beyond oldness, two are completely black, four are small kittens, and one is white.

The door swings open and he enters the cramped kitchen. There are no remnants of cats in the home, just newspapers and magazines. Louise has focused her life in the modern area on saving cats and examining the National Examiner (a lovely tabloid).

This obsession led her to purchase the neighboring two story farm house on a near-by hill. This house has a newly established community of twenty two cats. She however has chosen to live in her "blue home", commonly known as a "national blue" colored single-wide.

There are no potatoes in the cupboard and the boy begins to cry. He walks away from the kitchen and down the narrow hallway, while his broad shoulders scrape across the panel walls.

The door to the room at the end of the home is opened slowly. The room is empty except for a small wooden dresser that is 20 years old with no polish or dirt. The top of the dresser upholds a symbiotic collection of two sacred beings, The Messiah and a rather ill kitty-cat. The bust of the Lord stands a foot tall. He is looking to the sky and is wearing a purple garment. Felix lays his body around the shoulders of Jesus and he is resting when the boy arrives. The black spotted cat opens one eye and then his mouth. He attempts to acknowledge his awareness of Eugene with a simple "Hello" but today he feels weak.