The rat somehow made it out of the cat’s claws,
fell in love with the queen of the drama dolls
and found god in a dumpster full of broken hearts
Awake on coffee. He sang a poem.
No one here to hear you “cried the radio. And so he wandered through the “alleys of regret”, far past the streets of “haven’t yet” to where he stumbled upon a way out.
… in an attempt to escape his tumultuous affair with love and hate, he caught a freight train to nowhere. And aboard that train to nowhere, he climbed into the pocket of a drunk and aging gypsy. The gypsy had a dark dirty complexion which contrasted his bright blue (intelligent looking) eyes. His clothing was drab, his teeth were yellow, and he smelt terribly of mouthwash. Especially when he was singing. The gypsies largest pocket was warm but uncomfortable due to a tore up leather bound book. The rats options were to either deal with the book in the warm pocket or stay out in the cold with the drunk singing gypsy. He nestled into the pocket and opened the book. Moments later he found himself inside of it.
The books title was “HOPE” and it was filled with poetry. The poems were that of the unsung, the anti-hero, the coward, the afraid. They were the rats poems. Sleep would not come as he would stay up all night reading his new found treasure.
"I must have it." The rat said to himself. So in the early morning haze he climbed out of the gypsies pocket, hopped off the freight train, ending up in a small town that appeared to border on nowhere.
In the center of this small town near nowhere was a tavern. Looking more like a barn or an old ship, there was a sign above the door that read “THE HOUSE OF THIEVES“. Appropriately named he built his residence in a small hole in the wall. And in that hole in the wall, in “the house of thieves”, in that small town near nowhere, he composed music for his (stolen) discovery. Making a promise to forever honor the real author of “HOPE”
All the poems had been signed SAI U DROM