birthday

birthday

A Poem by SkinlessFrank

another birthday

and as usual

he awoke

thinking

about the

three dead mice

and how the poor things

must have

fallen into the can 

and starved to death

 

one 

had probably survived

a bit longer 

for it found

salvation

in the tissues

of the others


and when

he cradled it

in his hand

the creature

broke apart like

a puffball and

the brown spores

living smoke

filled his nostril

and went about 

their important 

business

 



© 2015 SkinlessFrank



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You're poetry should come with a frigging warning sign....something like, "No skin, no s**t, no service". You are such an endless chamber of curiosities, mister....I end up feeling a bit like a concerned mum after I read your "unique" contributions.....as in, "Oh geez...honey, are you sure everything's okay? You know how I worry." :) However, as I've mentioned before, somehow you convey these ideas in fascinating, albeit disturbing, meaty prose. Pretty effing cool...Happy birthday if it is indeed your's. If not, let them eat cake...with worm guts and rat urine in it.....:)

Posted 5 Years Ago


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-- ah... i'm reading this as an epic... -- it seems to me that the speaker in this poem is raising the issue of how perplexing it is that humans live for so long while other beings have a rough time surviving... -- and i think to question this issue is to question the universe itself... for it's all about which being lives and for how long... (in a sense)...

and

-- it's happened again... this post reminds me of a kinda nursery rhyme i was taught centuries ago (when i was still in kindergarten)... "three blind mice, see how they run, they all ran after the farmer's wife, who cut off their tails with a carving knife, did you ever see such thing in your life, as three blind mice"... and it also reminds me of what my father said when i wanted to invite my friends over for my 13th birthday... he quoted a proverb and said... 'fools give feast and wise men eat'... -- that was the end of the party before it took off... -- both these things are things i haven't thought about in at least two decades...

Posted 1 Year Ago


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Yep, that's exactly what I think about on my birthday...lol Life must go on,anyway, anyway at all. You certainly are unique. I like unique :) Thanks for the poetic alchemy, my friend. Hahaha

Posted 1 Year Ago


ha! brilliant. lol

Posted 5 Years Ago


The gift is, I guess, in the eye of the beholder. Or the nostril. The mouse or mice had had his undying attention and died anyhow.

Posted 5 Years Ago


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you definitely have "way" frank. it's not a 'way' that goes down easy mostly as your affinity for showcasing the repulsive and indelicate of this life tends to curl my upper lip. but somewhere there mostly seems to be a kernel of creative thought involved in your musings that offer a modicum of redemption. i like bookworm's comments -- she got it right on.

so happy birthday to you. and may you find used and crusty tissues in the most surprising places. ;)

Posted 5 Years Ago


Hauntingly simple and to the point, and made a point. We're both from Quebec so I had to like it. lol Very Good

Posted 5 Years Ago


yes this is a favorite...3rd time commenting....childhood flashbacks. lol

Posted 5 Years Ago


There is a greater depth to this, something about the circle of life I think. Considering that we live in a dog-eat-dog world, this is an awesome tribute to that world.

Posted 5 Years Ago


angst and all, the mice poor critters.

every thousand years aliens in space craft restart the human genetic code like opening a majic experimental door, we are the mice running around in that maze... let me tell you mister...or something like that.

you must teach high school right?



Posted 5 Years Ago


there's a lesson in every pressure on the psyche you so intricately create through spoken word nuances bled until the wound is clean~ three blind mice~quartered thrice~

Posted 5 Years Ago



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Glen Sutton, Quebec, Canada



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