cowboy at breakfast

(old junk found hiding on mom and dad's computer...)


I'm sitting at the table eating eggs
and pancakes and the deepest coffee dregs.

these stupid rats keep rubbing up
against my legs their teeth rip
at my leather shoes and furniture.

my bloody tile won't clean clear.

everytime i turn another darts from
the walls and cowers under the chrome
frigidaire.

they must be in the walls
having sex -- their rodent balls
so puny but so full of filth
every litter huge and hungry flees.

I stomp them dead with my sharp boots
those mewling rats of nibbling tooth