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It was “snake” music clear and simple.
You know the kind they like to listen to
when they’re being charmed out of a basket.
Though with the extra heavy bass speakers in the back
when the snake drives his low rider down the street
the windows of the store fronts vibrate reflecting
the multiple colors of his snake tattoos.
He’s just come from the library la biblioteca with books on
mouse hypnotism and hamster ventriloquism.
At home he sips whiskey and flips pages.
The next thing we know he’s at the pet store
marching a bunch of zombie-like mice toward the exit.
When the cops come through the front door
he and his mice hide behind a stuffed iguana.
From the cage section a hamster says:
“He’s in the back storage area. Get ‘em.”
As the cops disappear through the door
he loads his mice into the back of his car
“I’m not going back to prison.”
Turns the keys in the ignition,
which starts the car
and the alluring rhythm
of snake music.