Mouse chewed through
my swiss-cheese mind
another tale there
to unwind
The gentle ticking
of my heart
and cold enough to
make a start
running still,
for short of breath
turn down to trace
untimely death

Spinning like a
cyclone, fall
and weak enough
to scrape and crawl
The worldly cause
A worthy pause
A moment's grace
before I fall

Ten years gone....
You're still the one
-drunken stumbling
question to which
I have no answer

-whassamattah?

Cat got yer tongue