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
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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