mickey and the man

[saw]

I see now my poems
are more like short stories
flashy fragments of a much duller picture,
snippets of crinkled journals, save the rotten leather

the uppity rodents have moved up
to the penthouse, have found their
little ponderosa with a toasty wood stove
and a sloppy caretaker that drops crumbs all over the place

we co-exist like the bumper sticker suggests
while I sit here waiting for inspiration....mickey mouse
is thinking I'm pretty damn stupid, he knows
my traps are useless against a superior intellect

I imagine given my ineptitude he also believes I'm
a lousy poet, the little fucker walks right up to me,
I'm sure I saw him sticking out his little pink tongue ala cartoon jerry
the raspberries of my life, you see...trying to be interesting

in a world where even the mice know I'm a drag, and who
am I to argue, I do seem to be content here
alone, with my pad and my pen, my tangueray with my lime
What are you gonna do peeps ?....I thank the mouse for stopping by

[leafsailors ghost]

Squeek, I have lived alone often and found critters the best of company, the poems are flowing by like a big old river ,it is interesting ,for me you are projecting a peace like that of a campfire almost in embers with ajust about empty whisky bottle next to it, one more corner and to sleep, good night friend

[saw]

thanx leafsailor.....excellent evaluation...appreciate the feedback...

[WIREMAN]

...never let a mouse get too friendly, next thing you know they'll be sleeping in ur bed