The Unhappy Fate Of Old Rhino Hate

God created devils to be stepped on by your toes…


One noon day

I was sitting at

my table

eating my meal


A bowl full of

moon and

star and little girl

heart vibrations


When from out of

no where ~ maybe

from behind a



There hobnobbed





An old rhino


a bad back

a bad liver


But with

the most superior


in the world


In his hand

was a

glass full of

black ink


In the ink

there were a

thousand bugs

all screaming


As they drowned





The old rhino


set this glass down

on my table


Next to my bowl


he said

“Eat it, kid”


My lip

quivered I’m sure

and my eyes

went round


As I peered

into this glass

then my bowl

then the glass again


I took a


look at this fat

old rhino


With a glint in

his eye

cold as the deepest

part of the ocean


He picked up

his glass

slammed it down

on my table


He said again

“Eat it, kid”

and the thousand

shrill little bugs


As they drowned

in the ink of

the glass

continued to scream





good background music


I tried to

ignore the old

beast and

his glass of ink


I continued to

eat from

my own bowl




and star

and little girl

heart vibrations


But this

this beast under the

noon sun

would not go away


Continued to say





And you know


the bugs

were screaming


Into the

cold gray ocean

in the old rhino’s



I looked again

tried a grin

gave my bowl a spin

said, “Try mine!”


He blushed purple

huffed & huffed

shook his head negatively

and repeated


As he pointed to his glass





I tried to


in his eye but

missed, hit


The horn on his head


and said

“No thanks”


He wiped the spittle

off his horn with

his tongue

gritted with a squint


“It doesn’t taste

very good

but it will keep

you alive”


Then he banged

his glass on my table

knocked my bowl

to the ground


Did a somersault

jumped up and down

began to

look too tough





“That’s enough”


Yours truly

grabbed the glass

drank the ink

all the bugs


That were screaming





Old Rhino smiled at me

as if we were now

the best of comrades

true and stout


I smiled too

pulled out a gun

aimed it at

his head


His smile faded fast

and boom


was dead.



For The Queen Of My Buffalos

a book by Rawclyde!

( copyright Clyde Collins 1980 )



About Rawclyde!

I have employed a few pen names throughout the years. Rawclyde with an exclamation mark (!) is the one too sticky to go away... Came of age at Crawford High, San Diego, CA ~ writing sports, a column, & playing football ~ graduated in '68... Attended SDSU for a couple years... Hit the road in a '56 Chevy milk-truck, a "studymobile," filling up notebooks & working as a laborer in the southwest... Practiced the genteel art of fiction for several years in my hometown... Enlisted in the U.S. Army ~ they made me a newsman in Hawaii ~ wrote another column for a while... Attended more courses at SDSU ~ studied novel writing with Professor Charlie Brashers... Sold books out of an '85 Ford one-ton van, a "book mule," in the desert... Did some writing in an old hotel in Prescott AZ... Have written & self-published 9 or so books ~ many of which are hiding out on the cyber highway...
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