Anciens membres
one didnt have to speak French to figure out it meant
past members but it helped to spend
some time at the website enlisting music where past members was written in
English
that wasnt cheating he hoped
he
didnt think being observant or familiar was a knock against him but he couldnt tell any longer what others
might believe
not that he cared a rats ass what they might
that attitude likely an old habit come down from years ago
as a boy scout Be Prepared
he physically maintained his body
in anticipation that someday theyd try and shut him up
but
they had better come in a large force
he was no cakewalk
cake
reminded him of growing up back
East
his
parents were able to swing a house outside the city walls
his
city friends were coarse
they
were okay with oblivion
as
if they were dealt it in a hand of five-card stud
but he was the oblivious one
he liked to write
singlehandedly he retained their
connexion which did weary in between visits then as if time had stood still they were suddenly back in their childhood friendships
utterly familiar
they tried to beat him up with the moniker cake eater
You see they said city boys dont eat cake
Fuck we dont have to have dessert
Not
like uppity suburban boys
the insult became ingrained
though
he preferred pie to cake
fruit pie
he would gladly suffer pie eater
there were still plenty of
apple trees in the city to jump an unmaintained wire fence
strip off your shirt
scramble up into their limbs shirt
in teeth
fill it tie it off
then scramble down shirt in teeth
he could have been a pie eater in the
city
if it occurred to them to provoke him with that insult
but
they were too hung up on cake
they were his anciens
membres
though
theyd throw down on him if he thought to say so out loud
theyd come in mass
that was the cut of their cloth
theyd make short work of him
despite his effort
theyd walk away bloodied
but most of them would walk away
had to remember
they were okay with oblivion
2250,
Sunday, 7 6. 15
