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
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