I thought I killed nostalgia

I thought I killed nostalgia
that I could no longer feel
smell home

I have work to do, here in the city
but when goings get tough
I find myself
surrounded by fields of green and
distorted wild fruit
running towards the sun


Mouse in the house

theres a mouse in the house
this mouse is small
this mouse is quick
this mouse picks out trash
and shred it to pieces
this mouse smiles
this mouse can laugh
this mouse is cheery
until you double cross my path
my fangs wont show
my claws wont stretch
but i will remember
what you said wont be put to rest
the mouse caught your tongue i guess
because my very existence
reminded you to call my name
you need my existence
to prove you have something to your game
wherever i go
people will call
me by whatever name
they deem deserving of a call
rising above
takes you to a certain place
but not enough
to bring back your name