Submissions by asbr808 (Anthony R)

I keep the eyes of the jars of jam close
Their sweet innards a sticky reminder
Of the mold that pervades all things
With filthy spores that creep and crawl
Mild little ladies of lather
Of green mildew and stains of clover.
'My my, a visitor,'
Inquires the jar of blackberry jam.
She has no eyes but for the lettering on her side;
"serving size one tablespoon"
"6 grams of sugar per serving"
"made with real blackberries!"
Her only recognizance of danger
Too late----the spores have infiltrated her metal head
Through the spiral...

The mouse,
Is but a simple creature, hoping to find his next meal,
Or perhaps a mate, sometimes.
His nose is sensitive, and he feels
The hot air of the sunny spots between the alley walls
And the cool pungency of the litter and trash
And he fondly remembers the little bit of bread that dropped
Torn, by gravity‎, from the morning sandwich a busy‎ busy
Somebody had been eating on her way to work.
And he's at the ‎apartment entrance,
This little building that housed about twelve‎ people, now soon to be demolished, ...

Sunlight comes down through the glass
And motes of dust sprinkle like snow
Though it’s not cold at all;
A warm haze permeates the house,
And a mild breeze riffles the lace curtains;
I feel a sleepiness, a haze.
This luxurious calm,
The heat a blanket and a veil
I find myself slow moving,
Like a foot in ankle deep pools,
Wading in the light
And out in the bright sun
I feel like a little mouse
Perched upon the edge of the world,
At the edge of the dining table,
Looking out over the streets
And the cars
And...

I sit in my room,
The lamp on my nightstand glows,
My father snores downstairs,
Like a metronome,
If metronomes snored.
Outside, the streetlights cast their sodium haze
Onto the branches,
And there’s probably a party going on,
Down the street.
Not really a party, just some teens
Getting up to no good,
Making a lot of noise,
In their backyard.
I hear the angered meowl and scrowl,
Of one of the many neighborhood cats,
And the cheerful shouts from the youngsters,
Probably poking at it and giving the poor cat...