I am no stupid mouse

It lies there on the cement floor

Watching me as it did before

But—I am no stupid mouse.

Its black and yellow crystal eyes

Stare me down with firm despise

But—I am no stupid mouse

I scamper cross the crumbling walls

I see the way it slowly crawls

But—I am no stupid mouse

That chunk of cheese belongs to me

And I will wait until it sleeps

For I am no stupid mouse

Alas, its marble eyes are closed

Its negligence is now exposed

But—I am no stupid mouse

I tiptoe there to receive it

I hold it close, I can’t believe it!

But—I am no stupid mouse

I take a bite of the soft cheese

And then a shadow covers me

But—I am no stupid mouse

I take my prize and begin to leap

And then I wake as if from sleep

But—I am no stupid mouse

I realize the darkness, holding my chin

I wish I could go back and do it again

Because I am a stupid mouse.

The Real Birds and Bees

You are going through some changes, dear

It’s something we must address

Today you’re a box of dishes

Tomorrow’s another success

I first opened you Christmas Eve

From last year’s cutthroat game

I didn’t like what I found inside

Nor did I know your name

But now I re-wrap what’s been used

And make you look brand new

Like the saying, something old

Something borrowed, something blue

But do try nad keep your wrapping

For as long as you can

A time will come when you’ll be picked

By a woman or a man

They’ll rip and tear at what’s been fixed

And look at your inside

They may like what I’ve done to the place

Or not, but at least I tried

They’ll take you home and use you there

Then probably pass you on

Just know you’re good with what you have

Even though some see a pawn

I’m sorry it has to be this way

I love you and wish the best

Be safe and rememeber to always re-wrap

P.S. Merry Christmas

Choking

I remember choking on steak for a long duration

I remember the fear I had in that situation

No one around me would help through my complication

So I just held my neck and waited through the suffocation

People arose and stared as if standing in ovation

While I coughed and pleaded through my anxious aggravation

My eyes were wide in shock begging them for hydration

Why did they just watch me as if I were some decoration?

I remained still as I held my breath in cogitation

How could I have asked for help, what a stupid expecation

I couldn’t wait till it was over, that damn hallucination

I finally spit it out and they extolled congratulation

What a relief to breathe, what a glorious sensation

Then we all went back to our previous conversation

This reminds me, five more weeks until graduation. 

Over

These last twenty two years have been a blast

Forced to learn, forget, and study in school

I am almost upset that it won’t last

Oh how I will miss this prison, this pool

Of diversity, it went by so fast

They were right in saying school was cool

I’m kidding, I’m lying, it’s time for fun

I’ve done my time, I’m out, I’m done.

Lake Anna

The smeared orange sky looks down at us

Trying to hold up the setting sun

The scorched smell of charcoal in the gray air tickles

My nose as my stomach noisily rolls over in the bed of my appetite

The foggy water gradually lets go of our bodies as

We tiredly climb out of the dark green depth

The yawning sun blankets our damp backs

Like a warm towel right out of the dryer

The thumping of tiny feet run along creaky wooden boards

As boats gently knock on the bruised back of the boatshed

The distant sizzling of the tired grill makes us run faster up steep hills

As freshly cut grass wraps our feet in green straw

The children’s echoed giggles jump on a soft breeze

As I hear the retreating lake brush the sand

And I just smile to myself knowingly

That this is exactly where I want to be

Long Week

This week does hang on the back of my shirt

Wearing me down till I’m bruised and hurt

Aggressively tugging so I cannot walk

Its cuffs on me are firmly locked

I peer our through each cold, metal bar

Looking out at what seems so far

Freedom!  Even if it’s only three days

Oh to escape, restless mind give me ways!

But look!  It’s Thursday, she’s letting me go

The weekend just pointed me to a window

I hurriedly grab my stuff and pack

For I know that the week will soon be back.

Individuality

I wake to a bragging sun in my eyes

And heated rays upon my face

The distant, chlorine clouds and bright, blue skies

An awakening world that I embrace

I twist the doorknob welcoming keen winds

Amid musical birds and graceful trees

The treaded journey I slowly begin

Being pushed by a sudden, eager breeze

Oh heart, what will I see, where should I go

I have no hand to hold, I’m all alone

Just keep walking allow time to grow

For now, I realize, I’m on my own

There is so much life has to offer me

To live, to love, to learn, to at last…be