First fight outside own country

True(ish) story, from when I was about 13.

As freckle surfaced about self

an encounter with 

an alien spaceship

loomed large about face mountain

A boy, fair of complexion

laughed a gazumphing laugh

and smattered my fragile mind

with insults mired in frenetic mud

Wiping this from minds eye 

my FiSt 

parted air and pickle brained 

the alien NotSoSlipOfALad; 

the boys abridged nose 

crackled in the wind.

;

My freckle smiled and 

some years later

faded and died

The memory is buried in my skin.

its remnants float in the air

somewheres about

looking for a mothership no doubt

Reviews

[Kerry O'Connor]

Ha! This is great. I love the gazumphing laugh and the idea of memories being buried in your skin.