There's a mouse in my room,
she's silver and white,
mom's chased it with a broom
and the fella's put on a fight.

From the kitchen KABOOM
did shout one cold Christmas night,
dad was the bringer of doom,
he and his shotgun's great might.

Turns out our little mouse
slept in our house

with her husband and kid
but hungry they came unhid

by father's twitchy right eye
so they met his gun and goodbye,

our mouse friend is forever now
a lonely Christmas night widow.

There once was a little mouse
Asleep in his own little house
Cosy in his own little bed
On his pillow is his little head

Dreaming of getting past the cat
Creeping past with pitter pat
Trying not to give away a sneeze
Climb up and steal the cheese

Because that cheese is so yummy
So nice in his little tummy
Has to be quick and brisk
When he awakes, he will take the risk

I'm getting desperate cuz I'm getting distant.
The royal coachmen is the trailer park I used to live in.
Pinecones, stray cats and the candy man.
In the kitchen I dug a hole for a mouse to live in.  
For God's sake momma, could you puke a little quieter, don't let dad know you're sick cuz this house isn't a home when you're gone.
Cold mornings ****** doo blankets and hospital beds.
Dad tells me mom is sick again.
The hospital is no place to live in.
God ****** dad step up, make this a place to live in.

At 5 years old, my momma asks her momma to move in.

I'm getting distant cuz I'm getting desperate.
A little town named Charleston.

When you walk up the side walk and you see the willow, just know it's weeping because it's heard everything.  

Just to let you know there's a piece of glass in the side walk, not diamond.
I know that cuz I bent too many butter knives trying to make a fortune.

Yellow walls, barn cats and god.

It took me 12 years to find somewhere to believe in.

She stood there
eyes dancing
watching for the perfect moment
Her gold iris's glowed
as a promise of light
surfaced upon them
She stepped with
the tips of her paws
Careful to step around the creaks
of the old rotting floor
She crouched low
perfecting her stance
as an ignorant plump mouse
ventured around his new home
She licked the edges of her sharp teeth
and approached with agility now
but still not a sound magnified through her ears
The mouse heard her thumps
her steps
He waited, pretending to be more interested
in a crumb in front of him
He watched her from the corner of his eye
Chuckling with insanity
And as she clumsily approached from behind
He moved quick to his left
And the chase was on
Every move was caught last second
by his devilish grin
He made it into his hole in record time
and he stared at the poor old bat
Searching for him in the darkness
As he squeaked away

There is a Mouse in this House.
Insatiable,
He keeps me up at night,
thin fine claws on metal stove tops,
whispering to the birds what a fool he's made of me,
because I couldn't make the fibers of my home work with me.

There is a Mouse in this House,
Immortal,
I've fished him drowned out of drains,
fed him bleach on silver trays,
listened to him choke in air vents,
his chestnut jacket perpetually in the corners of my eye,
leaving reminders in my cereal,
this rodent he refuses to die.

There is a Mouse in this House,
Intangible,
he is not slipping through my fingers he's dancing on them,
quick petite feet tapping on my counters,
fleet and fast like smoke,
I've seen him seep through a clenched fist and still escape with wedding bands,

There is a Mouse in this House.
Impish,
he waits 'till I'm alone to play his music,
the crack and chew,
too early with the morning dew,
he will not play his song for you, it'd be too easy to be seen.

There is a Mouse in this House,
primeval,
he's been waiting,
mapped the walls and painted my flaws,
tactician skilled and iron willed,
this beast knows war far more than my militia mind was ready for,
plotting out insurgencies for restless and anxieties,

There is a Mouse in this House,
emaciated,
what's his is his,
what's mine is his,
there is no sacred to things with tails.
clearing out my pantry,
his jaws now tasting for my sanity,
finished with the:
Rye,
White,
and Sourdough,
he's fixed his tongue on sweat breads,
scuttling with unnatural flow,

There is a Mouse in this House.
Charming,
too handsome a creature to ever be singed,
he peddles on the burners simply too strut,
scampering through flames to test his luck,

There is a Mouse in this House,
Insomniac,
from now until each evening hour,
his paws touch turns time sour.
Ivory teeth clanging out a new ink-printed deed,
he owns the tenant and never even had to rent it,

There is a Mouse in this House,
arrogant,
too self-assured and clever,
cunning, devilish a creature he may be,
but he has yet to get a load of me,
holed away within his den,
his first mistake was not letting me win,
setting aria's on fly's wings to declare his victory,
this furry phantasm is all too aware of what he did to me.

There is a Mouse in This House,
sleeper,
I'm plotting my comeback,
sure-footed,
slow breathes,
and savage hands,
I'm ready,
silent and steady;
this beautiful monstrous mouse had best prepare for battle.

There is a Mouse in this House.
But it's my House.

There have been others
but not quite like you.
From the first time
I saw you from afar
I knew we had a
connection.
We played a short game
of cat and mouse.
Then one day you called a
truse.
Our energies were
something greater than
you and me...
Synergy.  
Attracted like magnets
addicted like a bad habit.
I had to have you
just wanted to call
you my boo.
Late night secrets we shared
wishes of being in each other's
bed.
We were...
Connecting.
Afters hours, days,
and months suddenly
you changed our course.
No warning.
Left me figuring out how to sail
without a paddle.
You came in my life and
just rattled
my whole being.
You up and left
but didn't leave money
on the stand.
I'm confused.
I wish I knew
I wish I saw
you better from a far.
My glasses were never on
so I guess the image I had
of you was mighty fuzzy.
Had me about to change
my life and beliefs.
But I
thank you...
For showing
me how to be wise.
How to stay out of
international waters.
I'll stick to the rivers
and lakes that I'm used to.
Funny thing about Roses;
they're deceitful.
From a far they're beautiful,
colorful and just something
you wanna pick up.
But they don't really smell
that good and you gotta
be careful... you might just get
stuck if you bother to touch.

I saw what's a writtters block
words accummulated
on a bubble
in complete disorder
big smalll and all kindsofonts
like a back pain
or a sore tooothh
trying to go thrugh a funnell
with no musik to push them through
there are no imaginary worlds
it is all real