Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

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

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

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

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