Escape into the maze
Of mouses who hide
From misfortune in
Their little houses
Inside the walls.
You never know
They’re there because
They are oh so quiet
In their mousey manner,
And oh so cozy
In their mouse house.
They have all the
Tasty crumbs of
Bread and cheese, nicely
Sized for their little
Mouths, and oh how
Tasty it is when
They eat and eat
To their hearts content,
All cozy and comfy
Inside the walls.
*(2010-2011)
Dreams gather
In my head
As in a shotgun
Full of lead.
They want to fill me
With bad thoughts,
Things to scare me:
Oughts and noughts.
Dreams, they wait
Behind a wall
To judge my gait
And cause my fall.
They want to catch me
Unawares.
They want to bring me
Ugly nightmares.
Dreams do come
Whether I like it
Or not–they come,
Knowing I can’t fight it.
So, here I lay
In the dark, afraid
That when I close
My eyes, and compose
Myself to the torture
Of dreams gone askance
Of Mother Nature,
Suddenly a lance
Will be driven deep
Into my heart.
Yes, that’s the part
I dread.
*(Written 2010-2011)
Love comes
In a flash.
It burns,
Like an inferno.
Then disappears,
Like the flame
Of a match.
Gone.
*(Written 2010-2011)
I lift my hands
Above my head.
I sway
Back and forth,
And sing a song.
Do you know
The tune?
Not really.
I understand.
It is just for me.
Just me and myself,
And my body.
We sway, and sway.
We sing, and sing.
It is only a
Ritual for a king,
And his kingdom.
(2010-2011)
A cage rises
Around my body.
I cannot see
A way out.
They cover my head.
No, I never said
Anything.
I did not tell
The truth.
I did not fib,
Either.
But they took me,
And put me here.
Now, I don’t know
What to do.
*(Written 2010-2011)
Green grass grows
Between my toes.
I feel it move,
Nothing to prove.
I hear the trees
Blowing in the breeze
The leaves whisper
Songs, and listen
To my crying.
My sighing echoes
Across my lawn.
I catch myself yawning.
As evening comes,
I go inside my house,
And change my clothes.
That’s the most
I can do
Today.
*(Written 2010-2011)
Cringe, as I remove
Crust from your aching
Eyes, swelled from
Infection and irritation.
Wag your tail, as I
Scratch your back
And in between your
Large ears that point
Up to the skies
Like little radars.
You sniff your way
Around the floor
Because you can’t see
Worth a flip anymore.
You bang into the door
Of your own crate.
You’re still cute, though.
Sweet melodies ring
In the firmament.
Swing,
Swing,
Swing.
I am
Delighted.
So glad you said
You’d stay
For a while.
I am content.
Now.
Here.
With you.
*(Written 2010-2011)
Round and round,
My toes go in a ring.
My mind goes
On a
S
T
R
I
N
G
.
A very
Skinny
Thing.
An apple. Gone.
*(Written 2010-2011)
I’m sitting here thinking,
And then I start blinking.
I cannot remember where
I put that thing–no.
Where and when.
Why and who.
I don’t get it.
I give up.
Don’t take my word,
Take my life, please.
*(Written in 2010-2011)
Stumbling along the sidewalk 