Saturday, January 08, 2011

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.

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