The mouse's mouth

Forbidden bits

The mouse's mouth

Forever seems to seek

The cheeky mouse

For choicest cheese

Is anything but meek

They found, these

Sixteen, seventeen

Blind, brown mice

The nicest bits

The bestest bits

(Are these new bits

If they've bitten before?)

Do their blind, blue eyes

Know the difference?

Would they nibble

Anyway, a little bitter

To sniff and whisper

"I've had better"

And blink, forget,

Proceed?

december war

our voices can't bring us back together.

i've lost not a battle but a war.
the only way out is through
except that's hardly ever really the case, is it?
the only way out is to turn back!
and to keep going is basically certain death,
saying the only way out is through
is really just accepting that you're fucked,
because you're so far fucked
that you can't even turn back.

jamo

Now with purpose

When a shiny silver surface
Made her shudder like a circus
Tightrope walker, now with purpose,
Now with worry, now with nerves as
She could barely see the curves of
Her own face, did she deserve this,
To be made to shake and shiver
--strange, the mix of pain and pleasure
--Like she felt upon her very frame
The hushed but heavy dancing
Of a ghost across her grave?

sketchbook 2

some new, some old drawings