This Guy
I knew this guy once
who would shoot bottle rockets
out of his car window
and he would drive
on the wrong side of
the road
he would work all day
and drink all night
screaming at his reflection
in the bathroom mirror
he gave his heart
to women who didn’t have one
and received no love,
no mercy, no trophy,
no remorse
he would dive head first
into mosh pits
only to return
bloody, torn, puking
and smiling
he drove his Volkswagen van
across the country
just so he could
pedal his bicycle
back home
he would beat up his cousin
for buying crack
so he could tell him
he loved him
he would spend all of his money
buying me beer
so he could tell me
about his life
and his sorrow
and he would not allow
me to hate him
he was all I have
never been
capable of being
and I never once
thought him to be
crazy.
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4 comments:
Love this poem Keith... Congrats!!!!
Well done!!
you are al you are and then some
This is great, man.
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