my mind is the city
that never sleeps.
thoughts roam the streets -
some with circular commutes.
some glare at each other
some smile, uplifting everyone.
despite the chaotic rhythm,
the underlying beat of my heart
determines the pace of the city.

Your father used to call you “mouse”
When you were wild within his house
Just a mouse, before we kissed
Before our vivisectionist

Used our eyes to test
What tears would make them redden best
Before love made you strip for me
Inside it’s dark laboratory

Stopped me to your hidden shae
And made you re-appear
A super-mouse, wearing the cape
Of a human’s unlistening ear