A church mouse in hell.
++++++++++++++

Louder than a church
mouse in hell.

Protesting his false
confinement.

Whiskers clipped.
Furless in the deep,
cold dark.

(A puppet of unique
Cheese.)

Why have you sent
me here?

and
(perhaps more importantly )
why can't I recall
anywhere else, or other?

Shadows feed the abyss
Of my hypocrisy!

(though heaven's wings
Still flutter. )

It seems like a good
Night

To sit by firelight,
telling ghost stories
about
My Life;

but who could believe
what
I too doubt?

I can't prove real
the

Pen in my Hand!!!

(But know it's likely
A
knife...)

Jsh