Brian’s got a rat

on him, and I’m just like that

I’m calling the shots

how I see them.

I’m like a cat

when my hair’s falling,

flicking ears flickering eyelids

dead stare and frustration.

Brian’s got a rat

and I’m, I’m just like him,

and I’ve been thinking

perhaps there’s nothing

bad about that.

What if I asked,

if I were to summon

that kind of humor

what would occur to him?

Said I’d go to bat

and he said “look who

decided to come in

and sit with the little guys.”

Said, “sometimes you have

to hunker down and

burrow in to your

labyrinth, make a

nest for you to lie in.

And I would call it victory

to catch you dumb and

smiling.”





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