7/8/09

Rahne Alexander



me without teeth

stumbleblock
keeping me in circles
dreaming about
chicken
and bones
and there we are
gnawing
if only we
had some
chutney
if only we
had some
kippers

this last time with the pheasant
was like that day in the field
the long day
we did not blink
before
it blew past

saved by the skin
of my teeth
by the sweat
of my brow

he said
WHY I OTTA
GIVE YOU WHAT FOR
and i said YOU JUST
GO AHEAD AND TRY IT

TOUGH GUY

next thing I know
he's bleeding there
with a Parcheesi board
over his face
SOME PICNIC
I said

DIDN'T EVEN BRING ANY ICE

I stepped out for a smoke
had to bum it
(I get lucky that way)
and before I knew it
the day was gone

these memories I hold dear
have no basis in photographs
or diaries
they will die with me
as they created me

Rahne Alexander is a writer and guitar player in The Degenerettes.

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