SONNET TO THE MOUSE OF CHEESE.

I

HURRIED SNOUTS, RUFFLED…AS THE SCARES OF THE MICE,

THIRTY TWO SCARCED LEGS, BEHIND THE DISTRUT OF THE SHE DOG,

EACH ONE, DEFENDING THEIR TERRITORIES OF WAR, BOOMS!…WITH BITES,

THE SPRINGBOARD JUMPS, THE CALM PASSED… KINDRED DRESSED AS FOG.

II

THE DEATH SHALL COME, THE WAXCANDLE PRAYS…ALL COSTUMED AS CATS,

THE CONVICTION OF DECEIT, BLUE SMOKE AT SAN PETER’S PARK,

BULLETS, GAS, OPENED MALTREATS… THE AUTHORITY OF THE TANKS,

THE FIRST, BROWN, SADLY LUCK OF THE CEDAR, HIDDEN IN THE JAWS OF A SHARK.

III

TIRED PEDALS, ANNOUNCERS OF FEASTS, BALLONS, CRAZY DRUMS,

THE FLIER FLU ON TWISTED WINGS, THE DOORS OPENED AS THE DEAD SEA.

LEAVING BROKEN PIECES OF PULSES, AWAKING THE SLEEPING BUMS.

IV

SUNRISE AWAKES, BLUE WELL, KEPT IN GUARD BY THE IGUANA OF THE FALSELY KISS.

FOUR SUNS’ SERENATES, AT A RIVER’S ENDS…OF ROUGHLY WATERS AND MEEK.

YOU WONT EAT ME, SHALL EAT MY SELF…DYING THE MOUSE OF CHEESE.