Our Rodentia Blues

Rat in a drain ditch, caught on a limb, you know better but I know him.
Like I told you, what I said, steal your face right off your head.
— Grateful Dead, “He’s Gone”

So, Jerry, since I delivered one of you grateful men’s babies
dead back of that shitty flatbed truck up on the Russian River
— preemie appeared so bad someone whispered it looked
like a rat which another’d eaten half of the face off — we’ve
gone our separate ways since Menlo Park Kesey days.

Hey, man — moi was just a duffus Stanford med student tryin’
my best as the band’s families and hangers-on worked hard
yearning to get everybody high stupidly including me, thusly
who the fuck’s minding its mom’s goddamn labor — now I hide
out in furnace rooms, catch rats size of brown bears for food.



Image Credits: Gerard Sarnat

Gerard Sarnat

Pushcart-nominated Gerard Sarnat MD’s authored HOMELESS CHRONICLES (2010), Disputes, 17s, Melting The Ice King (2016) and been published in Gargoyle, Margie, OCHO, New Delta Review, New Verse News, Main St. Rag, etc. “Amber Of Memory”’s the single poem chosen for my 50th college reunion Dylan symposium; the Harvard Advocate accepted a second plus Oberlin/Brown/Columbia published concurrent pieces. Mount Analogue selected KADDISH FOR THE COUNTRY for pamphlet distribution on Inauguration Day for the DC and nationwide Women’s Marches. For HuffPo/other reviews, visit GerardSarnat.com. Harvard/Stanford educated, Gerry’s worked in jails, built/staffed clinics for the marginalized, been a healthcare CEO and Stanford professor.

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