Today’s prompt was a lie poem http://www.napowrimo.net/2013/04/two-for-the-show/ and I kept having Adrian Mitchell’s tell me lies about Vietnam http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FmMCObgu_jc echoing in my head, what a poem. The kind of poem we need now more than ever right? Did I write that poem, no. You could call this ”tell me lies about my kitchen in Whalley Range” but it is far far less noble a poem.
I have been lying to myself about the mouse
The one that scuttles out from under the fridge
Pretend it’s a sleep deprived hallucination
There is no rapid patter, no oil slick body
The box of poison is still next to his exit
It assured me of its deliciousness although
I must admit I did not test this claim
And later in the wall behind my bed
When there is a scratching claim my eardrums
Have mistaken rain or a confused pigeon against glass
Push back history lessons, literary allusions in trenches
To chewed ears and feet left out in the air.