I got myself a gun
and fought back from the ninth floor
where Mickey Mouse is under my protection.
It’s been nine rising moons
since we became friends.
Every morning he brings me cartridges
we drink cocoa
there’s still just a little left in the big tin
you brought from the flea market
when you put it on the floor you spilled a little.
Where are you wandering
in the cold strident wind of crimes?
Mickey Mouse is reading Robinson Crusoe
sitting on the couch
surrounded by pillows
his big ears –
like resistant radars.
We decide not to ask
to be forgiven,
in the kitchen while looking
in mirrors we swore,
Mickey Mouse said:
This will be a jolly day!