Tongue Got Your Cat?

Sour fumes floating
from the recipe
in the sink, abduct my
nose holes and order my
wrists to my throat.  ~ blub-blurp
I squeal thru the tear-ducts
milking the queasy spirit
of my knuckles as they
bloat the disposal. ~ krrrhrrr!

So... I parry como it,
spinning Caterina;
gears grind, halt,
blink, and lunge.  ~ krrchunk!
Wheels chatter burnt
cabbage-laces of shit
across my bracefaced
kiss-a-rita.  ~ !kuh-chsss!

Guts already ejected
into the gutter where the tires
slurped the curb
(que sera, gato),  ~ ¡huuruhh-
otherwise I’d vomit.
God damn it,
where's the Comet?
My copilot for words  ~ ...kgrrrr

has left me shell shocked,
and deaf; a fire-flounder
on the inner-space isle of blurb.
Potpourried  ~ khuszzrlhgrrr
by the sintered ball of
clogging cat bile.
The whole of me is oozing,
demi-permanently drenched  ~ bloup

in grayish cat-soup.
Winning, I look at you like the
cat that ate the canary and
hid the body in   ?;•) -khrkhrrr
the sausage vat
at the fish cannery.
It reminds you clearly
of some other loop  ~ (psss)khrrr-

that must have
made you dizzy,
"by the way, the meatloaf
is nearly ready."  ~ ;8d khrrg-krrrg!
That's when you, in
vile bitch fashion,
steal my thunder and
rudely puke. I thought  !! Krrrrrcht.

we were lavishing
dinner rations, but my
tongue's hexed me
thinner with a catch-   $:0
canned ballerina
dish that can't
swallow her pride,
let alone... her poop.   !:€