A Mouse Story

Myles had set up the camera on Friday night to record the nocturnal occurances on the shelves in our kitchen... rather eery, fast forwarding through the footage of one single shot - the yellow triangle poison box, and a large glass container with popcorn, also yellow . Then suddenly - the little gray mouse appears, scurrries. I name him Dennis the Menace, snooping around, climbing fully into the box of death, sitting inside, eating shitting - poor little guy.
As traumatic as watching all this on the television was - I was NOT prepared to walk away from the TV and into the kitchen to find littley Denny in the middle of the kitchen floor all aglow in a dramatic spotlight - alive, in the throes of death approaching. The events of the next half hour are a blur... J putting the clear plastic canister over the little critter, Myles and Chris setting up the pinhole wireless camera to capture each twitch and lurch of the poor thing while I cowered shuddering on the stairs, careful to niether glance into the kitchen nor onto the TV screen where life could be witnessed slowly ebbing away from the tiny poisoned creature on the floor of our kitchen - CLOSE-UP.
We ended up taking the poor little thing to the water, past the buzzed and buzzing hipsters and the humming police van on North 6th street... and letting it loose, to move into the next dimension in peace and away from us - its killers. I had to browbeat Myles into leaving the plastic canister behind - he kept muttering something about washing out the mouse piss and vomit, but I held my ground and the canister was left at the waterfront along with our gray furry victim.
it was all pretty gory and distressing for a Saturday night.

listening to "fU mANCHU" Desmond Dekker on echo.com radio

re-reading "conversations with god: book 2" by donald neale walsch