I say this without a hint of malice <br /> <br />But I think of radishes <br /> <br />When I think of Alice, <br /> <br />Of cauliflower, of <br /> <br />Asparagus boiled <br /> <br />Of garlic cloves, <br /> <br />Of Non-Virgin oils, <br /> <br />Of bitter root, <br /> <br />And red pepper flakes; <br /> <br />Dating Alice <br /> <br />Was a big mistake. <br /> <br />.... <br /> <br />I also think of <br /> <br />Garter belts, <br /> <br />Of nylon stockings <br /> <br />And angry welts, <br /> <br />Of bra hooks tight <br /> <br />That won't unlock, <br /> <br />Of angry words <br /> <br />And lips that mock; <br /> <br />Of camisoles <br /> <br />Torn at the strap, <br /> <br />Of lie down times <br /> <br />And hands that slap; <br /> <br />.... <br /> <br />When I think of Alice <br /> <br />And her acne scars, <br /> <br />And her crooked teeth <br /> <br />Eating Snickers bars; <br /> <br />The scornful way <br /> <br />She'd stand and pose <br /> <br />The fights we had <br /> <br />Taking off her clothes; <br /> <br />My word she had <br /> <br />A bitchin' bod, <br /> <br />I swear her breasts <br /> <br />Made me think... <br /> <br />Of God.'<br /><br />David McLansky<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/subject-alice-a-riff-for-myke/
