Loud Eddie
Loud Eddie
He watches his pockets
as if they were poppies in July
and salvation depended on a tenth
of your blood already exchanged
for money. He farts in the aisles
at the grocery store,
concerned with no one but himself,
and pretends he has a love life.
Yet I am sure when he’s gone
I will remember the stories
and the ferocious laugh
that warned others he was not
to be tampered with.
He watches his pockets
as if they were poppies in July
and salvation depended on a tenth
of your blood already exchanged
for money. He farts in the aisles
at the grocery store,
concerned with no one but himself,
and pretends he has a love life.
Yet I am sure when he’s gone
I will remember the stories
and the ferocious laugh
that warned others he was not
to be tampered with.
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