Tuesday, April 15, 2014

Chihuahua (poem)


The blind man is walking
his chihuahua, swishing
his white stick from side-to-side
across the rough concrete.

I take care to noisily approach
so he is not surprised,
as I pass I say, “Howdy,”
and before I can blink

his white stick lashes out
like Daredevil on steroids
stinging my cheek and
blooding my lip.

“Damn!” I yell, “What the fuck?”
He looks at me with his
unseeing eyes and says, “Sorry,
I thought you were going to rape me.”

Kenny A. Chaffin – 3/27/2014
(from: A Fleeting Existence)