(This piece was written at the bar at the Press Room during the first part of Beat Night. It was performed with the full the full band, with Larry Simon making a now rare appearance. Larry Simon and Scott Solsky- guitar; Cynthia Chatis- flute, vocals; Scip Gallant- keyboards; Mike Barron- drums; Chris Stamba- bass; Frank Laurino- percussion; and the legendary David Amram- piano. That was an extraordinary privilege for me.)
Red is dead.
Red is dead.
I found out yesterday
as I was talking about the guy
who replaced him
as the ironically titled
Stableman
for the carriage company
I drove for;
I was told
Red is dead
& has been
for two years;
I was just a little upset
& said
Well, he was an obese
elderly
alcoholic
so I’m not surprised,
I just wish I could have been to the memorial;
They still have his cane hanging at the D-Street Tavern;
I used to throw knives
outside the barn
after work
into a 3” thick
7x3 foot
cardboard target
with Red’s outline traced on it (his idea);
Red watched me
one day
failing to stick
a new set of knives
& becoming angrier
with each throw;
He stopped me
& said in his
weird speech
a hybrid of Quebecois
and long drunk years
“Da fuck’s ya problem?”
“My knives are cheap.”
“My knives are cheap.”
“Bu’shit. ‘s’not da knives. I can get any knife inta tahget.”
“Bullshit.” I said.
“Don’ b’lieve me?”
I shook my head, and he huffed and waddled into the barn
I shook my head, and he huffed and waddled into the barn
and returned with the cheap
neglected
kitchen knife
used to cut twine from hay bales;
“I’m gon’ stick dis inna tahget. Ya b’lieve me?”
“No.”
He walked 5 paces from target
turned
raised the knife
in an uncomfortable
stiff grip
and stuck the knife
into the outline of his own head;
I gaped;
Read Said:
“Wha’ I te’ ya? Any knife. Ya just go’ find da right grip.”
I looked skeptical
& he said, holding up his arm
“Look. My fucken’ wrist is fused. Don’ bend, don’ twist.
But
I foun’ da grip, and stuck da knife.
Wha’s yah excuse?”
Wha’s yah excuse?”
I had none.
I took my knives
found the grip
and stuck them all.
Chris Walters
2013
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