The Night The Mouse Spoke To Me

Do you know about the mouse
That lives inside my bedroom walls?
That wakes me up with a whisper,
Reminding me to answer his calls?

I don't know if you have someone
Who isn't really someone,
But who keeps you company
When there is no one.

Do you know about the time
When I found out who you were?
That mouse whispered all your secrets
Into my ear, a sweet and dirty song

There's a room where the sun sleeps
And another where the moon thinks,
Illuminating the minds of sleepers,
Making sure every dream drinks.

June 2013

Daunting Fragments

 

I look forward to dreaming,
Escaping from you and what I could be,

With the night as my compass,
To a land I can not remember.

It's the fragments of you
That I wish I never knew.

It's the best moments of the past
That burn, burn, burn, and last. 

June 2013

Hippopotamus Blues

Darling, I'm afraid there's a hippo
In your bathtub.

I spotted her hefty reflection
In your foggy mirror.

I saw her puddles spilled
On your marble floors.

I stared at her for a while.

She seducing me.
She thinking I was you.

She suggesting what I should do.

Darling there's a hippo
In your bathtub
And a disaster
In our dining room;

Hindered by a lengthy table,
Slowed down by a roasted duck,

Distracted by lipstick-stained wineglasses

And wine-stained lips,
And two people who don't know what to do.

 

 

The Mirrored Shadow Of Your Ghost

The mirror of visions that we cannot see
Sheds light upon the necessary
Pains and gains and sufferings
That, to each other, we give as offerings.

The shadows by the tree
Are playing games with me,
They are pretending to care,
Pretending to be there.

The ghost of your affection
Is one that needs much detection,
For in this sea of crimson red,
Die all the truths you never said.

In Memory Of The Water Beads

Our fingers skated on shallow, still waters
Levitating beads of water,
Vast arrays of aquarelle hues,
That leaped higher at every turn,
In a stringent attempt to reach greater heights,
As if they deserved to live among celestial stars.

Foolish water beads,
There is no glory in wishing death.

Enraged Summer Stanza

There were too many words for my mouth,
So they started bursting out of my eyes instead,
In a silent cacophony,
And there I waited, for those sounds to wake you up
And shatter you down.

Aquatic Melodies

The crescendo of pressed and lifted keys
Brings about a stinging aquatic melody
That drips down to the corners
Of his chapped and forgotten lips.

With every consumed drop,
With every unsung song,
Dies the story of a ball gown,
Guardian of a dozen inappropriate secrets.

Those are the secrets he'd trade in
Over and over again,
Only to feel the edge of that double-sided sword,
Only to feel that pulsating pain again.