Story in Parts
|'Snake Dream' By Gay Tracy
The razorblade sun slit my eyes open
and the yellow stung
like acid. The acid as force, I ensconced myself
in snakes. They gave me pints of cheap
beer and introduced me to charmers.
In the evening, after the sun
dulled the moon rose like a bubble.
We moved into a dive bar
that played Indian music on the jukebox.
We drank so much it was difficult to hear.
An itinerant woodsman showed me his ax,
then chopped off my feet. I fell to the floor.
On my belly I crawled out
to a green field full of frogs
who knew I moved with snakes.
No frog talked to me. I gave
a "ribbit" to break the tension.
This loosened us all up. I flopped
and rolled. Tears welled
in my eyes, stinging
like hell. I raised an arm to the snakes.
The O.K. sign to come on
in. The frogs
never had a chance. Afterwards,
the snakes and I partied
at the rest stop of another itinerant woodsman
with a very sharp ax.
In the morning, I reached for the alarm
but sometime in the night
I had lost my hands.