Rats Rats Rats!

I won’t insist to dig and dig

And dig… To search or plant

Or understand what… Or say

That which I thought!

Rats! Rats! Rats! Not mice.

Rats eating me away… Gnawing,

Gnawing and gnawing… I

Was aware if it all.

Mice are more conservative. As

If they were hamsters or beavers.

Kind to their environment. Not

Like dirty rats! In toxic sewers.

Hidden, afraid, only natural

To evolution. Outside these sewers

There are nicer things for us

To enjoy. Rather than rats!

[On that bridge between. Sitting stoned on the stone floor. Melancholic afterall. Clownish yearnings — long ago. 12–16–21]