Mice People



Everybody says the same old things; they don’t know what’s going on.
Lining up likes ducks in a row; they don’t know soon they’re gonna be gone.
Everything washes away they say, but they don’t know where it goes when it’s gone
Lining up with eyes on the drain they strain, while the moon rises above the lawn.

Shining silver on the great big house,
Shining silver on the little white mouse who runs to hide.
Shining silver on the white brick wall,
Shining silver where the shadows fall
The taste of iron inside.

Put the cuffs on their ankles and hands
Their legs will shake but we need them to stand.
Tuck a little piece of metal into each little mouth
Press their lips shut we need them not to shout.

Line them up against the white brick wall
Fire above their heads so they’ll start to crawl, looking for a place to hide.
Open up the back door, they’ll scramble in
Make certain that the last one is safely in then lock the door behind.

A man is asleep in a great big bed,
Stars glitter softly on his bald head,
He knows what’s going on.

He could try to change it, but it would still end the same.
He is just a player; he does not control the game.
He knows he’s just a pawn.

And so he sleeps with a contented snore
As they crawl like shaking children through his back door.
He knows they’ll be finished off by the stairs,
Choking on their own blood but he no longer cares.

All he can do is escape from their screams
By flying into a world made of beautiful dreams.
A world where the mice people are his friends,
A world in which life never ends.

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Brothers (The Pine Fairy Frees a Small Man from a Mason Jar and Learns His Story)





This is a story about a little man the Pine Fairy notices is stuck to the side of one of his mason jars, just as he was about to clean it. Instead, he is able to set the little guy free to begin a new life and possibly start a new family. He is happy to learn the small fairy’s story. Although tragic from our perspective, the tiny fairy has a detached perspective on all he has experienced and sees it as part of a greater picture that is still unfolding.

What kind of fairy is the small man? I am not sure. Considering I ate paw paws and cornbread before sleeping and heard this song during the night, a baby corn fairy or a paw paw fairy would be my top choices. Probably corn, because corn fairies seem to have a detached, inhuman nature that is very accepting of death and are frequently engaged in emotionless violence.



My daddy he was a woodworking man and he had six fine sons to share his name.
Three were big and three were small, but still my father loved us all the same.

He bounced the big ones on his knee and the little ones he placed in a candy dish.
He said the big ones would be his pride and the little ones they would grant his final wish.

Many of the Brothers were sent to fight a war. Other of the brothers were left within a jar.

One days when we were fourteen, cannonballs and bullets filled the sky.
Daddy packed up three sandwiches and kissed the three large brothers all goodbye.

He said, “Now you must remember sons, that there will come a day when life is done for all.
What matters most is you must not cry, just stand up straight and look death in the eye, real tall.”

Many of the Brothers were sent to fight a war. Other of the brothers were left within a jar.

We watched the brothers vanish in the distance as dad held us in his hand.
He said, “I love you my small sons, now it’s time to grant a wish for your old man.”

Then he dropped us all in a mason jar and he shook us hard until two of us had died.
Then he fell on the floor and shook as though his wires had all been shattered from inside.

Then he quivered till he grew real still and I knew that the only brother left was me;
Just one tiny seed remained from what had once been a big family.

Many of the brothers were sent to fight a war. Other of the brothers were left within a jar.
I was of the brothers left within a jar.


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