Two Poems About Mice
27.10.2009
Today I walked into my kitchen
and saw a mouse in the sink
he sat on the drain, maybe because the sink is white and
the drain was the closest to his color and he was trying to hide there.
I put a cup on him so he couldn’t run away
then I stood and thought for a while
looked at him paw the sides
clear cup with a gray mouse, a white sink with some mouse poop
The cup was easy, but what to do with a mouse under a cup?
She started to wake in the other room
would need to get ready
bathroom adjacent to the kitchen, I needed to act fast
cause having a mouse is embarrassing.
I took the cutting board from the table
slid it carefully under the cup
accidentally pinched the mouse’s tail and it squealed, made me frown
shuffled to the bathroom and opened the cup into
the toilet
I saw the mouse swim for a moment before I closed the lid and flushed
The mouse went away
There is still some mouse poop in my kitchen.
29.10.2009
Today in the bathroom
there was a new mouse stuck in the tub
scrambling against the white tub walls
but the walls were too slippery for mousefeet.
I was running late and needed a shower
put a cup on the mouse
watched him as I cleaned myself
some water got under the cup and he
got a little wet, started dancing
he looked much littler then.
cutting board under the cup, I took him to the toilet
put him in and flushed
but he didn’t go down.
So I peed on him, watched him swim as my pee hit his head
golden shower mouse
flushed again, this time he went away
like the other one
I second yvynl’s hatred of karaoke. Maybe this is a desperate attempt to get the Japanese to actually buy the iPhone
I hate karaoke. This is going to be real bad. God help us!
Apple has patented software that would provide a karaoke-like experience on the iPhone using pitch recognition software. Neat.
And I thought I wrote horrendously. Apparently this was published somehow. Probably the worst first page of a book ever.
white supremacist unicorn nazi armband tattoo?
really? REALLY?!?!? I also have to avoid any michael jackson related posting from now on. I quit.
Willow (street)
my head hurts.
I think I’ve walked in too many circles
I was reading a Russian novel tonight and I felt as though I understood.
Goethe didn’t drink, that’s why he pistol-headed his Werner
Schiller loved champange
In Russia they measure alcohol in grams. ( I don’t understand the volume)
Are you it, are you it, is she it?
Come on, link my chicken wing, I said
She said I hate chicken wings
We ate food without any utensils, just spongy bread.
I like her material, can she fill those jeans?
Does she do yoga, does she deconstruct DNA?
What are her qualifications?
Are we thinking too much, she said.
