I spent the morning looking for my mouse
I dropped it in the washing basket
Its plastic ears are broken
A round of rollercoaster laundry.

I stood there like a child watching
The plastic figure looping in cycles
A cyclone, it reminded me
Of Cyclone the cat chasing
After its tail tormented
By Mouse the mouse!
I was a child and names
Were not my strong…

My thoughts are lost, hypnotised
My mouse is lost
A day is lost
When did it happen
When I became dependent
On plastic mice and heap of wires
Sitting in my kitchen
Mentally homeless
Missing a cat, a mouse, and
A child was I once!

February 19, 2019

About alaindesade

Novelist, songwriter and philosopher. Has special interest in human relations, evolution of mind, inter-cultural complications, and the concept of God.
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