Subject alice (A Riff For Myke) Poem by David McLansky

Subject alice (A Riff For Myke)

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I say this without a hint of malice

But I think of radishes

When I think of Alice,

Of cauliflower, of

Asparagus boiled

Of garlic cloves,

Of Non-Virgin oils,

Of bitter root,

And red pepper flakes;

Dating Alice

Was a big mistake.

....

I also think of

Garter belts,

Of nylon stockings

And angry welts,

Of bra hooks tight

That won't unlock,

Of angry words

And lips that mock;

Of camisoles

Torn at the strap,

Of lie down times

And hands that slap;

....

When I think of Alice

And her acne scars,

And her crooked teeth

Eating Snickers bars;

The scornful way

She'd stand and pose

The fights we had

Taking off her clothes;

My word she had

A bitchin' bod,

I swear her breasts

Made me think...

Of God.'

Wednesday, September 24, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Elaine Sept 29 September 2014

You made me laugh out loud with this David... Oh my! Too cute are you. This poem and Myke's riff, make my day! xo

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Myke Todd 24 September 2014

David got this ball rolling with... Golden Foxglove (A Riff) My love gave me Foxglove tea, My heart raced so I had to flee Foxglove contains Digitalis; She saw me with A girl named Alice. Myke followed with this humble response... Alices (Riffing David McLanskey) All the Alices I ever knew were crazy. They would take me down a road to ruin. Too hard to run with, and I am lazy. I'd feign perplex, but knew what I was doin'. All those Alices would lead me down a hole Come hold my hand, let's go see the light. It was not like me to wander, be so bold. It was a wonder I made it back, all right. Now, when I see an Alice, I have an out, Prepared in advance to make my escape. No matter their motives, I am in doubt. I avoid them, regardless of size or shape. Perhaps I encountered your version of Alice, As I traversed along river, sky and trail. I bet I struck out, on a swing and a miss. No sign of thirst at the sight of her grail. Possibly your Alice was but a good witch, One you might meet in Oz, the colorized version. She might have been the girl of your dreams, Who am I to judge and cast cold aspersion? Maybe we should compare our Alice notes? I'll gladly contribute my who, how and where. Give it one more go at sowing our oats, Should we find a good one, we might share.

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