I'm chasing a mouse of voice
before it reaches the rattrap of

rationality / its tail a string of
all that has withered / the bad

internet rasp in its obedient
squeak / three green dots in

the vanguard, a turned-off red
in the rear, flanking a trisyllabic

column of the common raised
to that whiter island // for a long

moment, I'm wile e coyote float
ing in a cartoon logic before the

gravity of reality pulls me down
hissing all the while I fall / leav

ing behind a white blooded corpse
on my insignificant bed, fertile for

the snap-sound of the rattrap that
the long moment of light outran
but could never hope to escape

~Ajay
29/1/2021