Tiggerfication

Once in the early days of home computing there existed Tiger Direct. There on my computer screen was an instant message of Tiggerfication. Hearing the familar ring of an instant message i could see Dads name floating in cyber space. Chat rooms were like rolling ocean waves of names long before camera phones. Did you get your basketball trophy ? What was the name of your team? I did find the old trophy ammusing while the team i was on we nammed Tiggers. The gold Tiger jerseys was a Tiggerfication. My stripped Tabby liked to sit on the Tiger pc making it Tiggerfi while then windows had screen savers where I installed the traveling stars making it Tiggerfi in space. I had written a song about an experience i had once about the Tigers in a circus that has more Tiggerfication.

Looking through the mirror, Looking through the glass. Looking at all the obsticals a womans got to pass. Sitting with the gypseys, stars within my reach. Gazing through a fortune telling ball at the circo on the beach. She sailed to an island through the misty haze. There she had a spiritual experience, Tigers in a circus cage. They say that she married but died in the sea. Her snow covered sarcophagus of a glass gypsey. Up above her tombstone teenagers like to stand. They say her spirit is there, a tiny fragile hand. Looking through the mirror, looking through the glass, Images of Cassiopia staring at me back.