birthday

another birthday

and as usual

he awoke

thinking

about the

three dead mice

and how the poor things

must have

fallen into the can 

and starved to death

 

one 

had probably survived

a bit longer 

for it found

salvation

in the tissues

of the others

and when

he cradled it

in his hand

the creature

broke apart like

a puffball and

the brown spores

living smoke

filled his nostril

and went about 

their important 

business

 

Reviews

[bookworm]

You're poetry should come with a frigging warning sign....something like, "No skin, no s**t, no service". You are such an endless chamber of curiosities, mister....I end up feeling a bit like a concerned mum after I read your "unique" contributions.....as in, "Oh geez...honey, are you sure everything's okay? You know how I worry." :) However, as I've mentioned before, somehow you convey these ideas in fascinating, albeit disturbing, meaty prose. Pretty effing cool...Happy birthday if it is indeed your's. If not, let them eat cake...with worm guts and rat urine in it.....:)

[asdarkeyesclose]

all i can say is poor poor mice. i never know what to expect on your pages, this is grotesque and yet there is something kind of poetic about the smoke! Stunning!

[Muse]

my brother and I used to play with mice.....so this poem touched me in a very odd way. :)

[Muse]

birthdays are awesome! And you make me look forward to my own next month, lol. You freakin rock. Good stuff my friend.

[roarke]

I'm hoping this was your cat's birthday..... unless you're connected to a branch of the Adams Family tree..... lol
I don't know why, but I like this. Everything just sets right. Maybe next year he can snag gold fish floating at the top of the fishbowl.....

[Emily B]

wow

apparently you've rendered me review-less